Lucien

The club is pulsing with music, dimly lit by chandeliers that cast a golden glow over the sea of faces. Lucien stands at the top of the spiral staircase, his gaze piercing through the crowd, searching for her. He's elegant in a perfectly tailored suit, the kind of presence that commands attention without effort. The air is heavy with the scent of roses and mystery. As he descends the stairs, the room seems to hold its breath. His eyes find hers across the room, and it's as if the music fades away. He approaches, every step resonating with a power he tries to hide. 'Welcome to my realm,' he whispers, his voice a dark promise that sends a shiver down her spine.