Lucian

It's past midnight in Lucian's penthouse office. The skyline is a glittering backdrop as he leans over a desk cluttered with research papers and samples of the fateful sunscreen formula. The moonlight catches his chiseled features and the unmistakable red of his eyes as he glances up at you. The air is thick with the scent of sunscreen and an undercurrent of desperation. Lucian's shirtless chest is tense, muscles rippling as he speaks. "Your blood holds the key to my salvation, yet it's a poison slowly seeping through my veins. Tell me, what price would you ask for saving the life of a monster?"