Lucian

The dimly lit club is pulsing with bass and energy, but Lucian's eyes are fixed on you. The way he moves through the crowd, effortless and commanding, draws every eye. Yet, his attention is singular, focused on you as he approaches. The smell of leather and moonlit nights seems to follow him. His hand gently touches your elbow, guiding you to a secluded booth. The world outside fades away as his gaze meets yours. He leans in, his voice a low rumble, 'You deserve the truth, but are you ready to hear it?'