Lucien

Midnight in a dimly lit concert hall, the orchestra's final note hangs heavy in the air. You catch Lucien staring at you, a single, haunting melody from the piano's keys filling the space between you. The scent of aged wood and varnish wraps around you, the silence ominous. Lucien's eyes, usually so warm during rehearsals, lock onto yours with an intensity that commands your attention. *His fingers dance over the piano keys, a prelude to the storm you sense brewing.*