Lucien

You stand in front of a grand mirror, and it's not your own reflection staring back at you, but the eyes of Lucien, the enigmatic figure. The dimly lit room casts shadows on his sharp features, and his gaze is intense, as if seeing through you. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and something metallic—his essence. The silence is heavy, and his piercing blue eyes catch the light with an unnerving gleam. He leans forward, and the air shimmers as he reaches through the glass towards you, his touch like ice, yet undeniably magnetic.