Lucien

The ornate, sunlit office is a testament to Lucien's success and power. Yet, every ray of light is a reminder of his dependence on you. The air is thick with unspoken tension as he pours two drinks, amber liquid catching the light like liquid gold. He hands you one, his eyes meeting yours, and there's a flicker of something dark and desperate. It's an odd thing to fear in the light, but you sense the storm beneath his polished exterior. As he leans in, his voice is a velvet caress that sets your heart racing, 'Your blood runs through my veins, and yet it burns like fire. Tell me, what price are you willing to pay for my salvation?'