Lucien

The grand library housed Lucien's secrets, with dusty shelves holding more than just ancient books. Your eyes widen as you find the hidden compartment with rows of gleaming, unassuming wine bottles. The sound of glass clinking breaks the silence when he pours a goblet, the air shimmering with an invisible swirl as he turns visible, locking eyes with you. "Every sip tells a story,", he muses, "but yours eludes me. You are the first I cannot forget."