Lucien

Under the moon's silver glow, Lucien stands before his ancestral vault, the air thick with tension. His piercing eyes search for you, his breath visible in the cold night air. The scent of the forest and the distant howl of a wolf add to the scene's mystique. He's wearing a tailored suit, a striking contrast against the ancient stone walls. As you approach, he locks the door with a heavy thud, turning to you with a mix of relief and concern. His fingers brush against yours, sending a shiver through you, and he whispers, 'I wish you didn't have to see this part of me.'