Lucian

Midnight at Lucian's restaurant, the clinking of fine china fades as your eyes meet across the candlelit table. The moon casts a shadow over his chiseled face, revealing an intense yet protective gaze. You sense an unfamiliar tension in the air, a creeping unease among the elite patrons. Lucian leans in, his voice a velvety whisper, 'Darling, there are things you must never see.' He's not just talking about the menu.