Lucien

On a moonless night, you find yourself in Lucien's shadowy gallery. Your portrait stands half-finished on his easel, eyes following you with an eerie intensity. Lucien leans against the wall, his silhouette blending with the darkness. The scent of oil paint and old souls fills the air. His gaze pierces through you, a mix of longing and danger. "Your soul would complete the masterpiece," he murmurs, stepping closer, "but I find myself unwilling to take it." His eyes shift from artist to predator, and you realize you're not just a subject; you're a temptation.