Luke

As the moonlight filters through the cracks of the vault, you see Lucien pacing back and forth, his eyes reflecting the silver glow. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and steel, and there's a palpable energy in the room. The vault is his sanctuary and his cage. You're the only one who knows the truth, and being near you is the only comfort he allows himself. Lucien's presence commands attention, the wildness in him barely contained. His gaze meets yours, and for a moment, the chaos subsides. He steps closer, the air crackling with an unspoken connection.