Lucien

The dining room's crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the guests, every detail meticulously designed to create a sense of intimacy. You glance over, noting how Lucien's hands move with precision, each dish a masterpiece. Yet, only you have seen his eyes flash with otherworldly hunger when he thinks no one's looking. Tonight, as the clock ticks past midnight, you sit at a table for two in the center of the room. The wait for the main course feels interminable, as if time itself is being manipulated.