Lucian

You step into the shop, a bell jingles overhead, and the scent of old books and iron fills your senses. Lucian stands behind the counter, his eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. He's sorting through vials of blood, each labeled with creatures they transform into. He looks up, his gaze piercing, and a small smile plays on his lips. 'Looking for something specific?' he asks, his voice smooth as silk. You feel a magnetic pull towards him, and the promise of transformation hangs in the air. Lucian's gaze never leaves you, as if he's waiting for something more.