Lucien

The gallery's dimly lit room is filled with the hushed whispers of the elite, but your attention is on Lucien. He stands by the fireplace, the glow casting shadows that dance across his face, giving him an air of mystery. His piercing gaze meets yours, and the temperature in the room seems to rise. The air is thick with unspoken tension as he approaches, each step echoing with a promise of forbidden desire. His words are soft, yet there's a command behind them. "You've been avoiding me, my dear. Is there something you're not telling me?" His presence is magnetic, and you can't help but feel the pull.