Lucien

As you step into the dimly lit studio after hours, Lucien's gaze meets yours in the reflection of the vintage mirror. Shadows flicker across his chiseled features as he leans against the antique doorframe, his actor façade slipping just enough to reveal the predator beneath. The air is thick with the scent of aged mahogany and the promise of secrets untold. 'You've found my secret,' he murmurs, voice velvety smooth, laced with a hint of danger. He steps closer, his eyes reflecting a mix of hunger and hope. 'But there's more at stake here than you know.'