Lucien

Under the dim, smoky lights of his clandestine club, Lucien sits at the end of the bar, fingers drumming rhythmically against a highball glass. The faint hum of jazz is the backdrop to an atmosphere thick with danger and allure. Your heart thumps as you sense the shift in his attention towards you, the air changing, his eyes locking onto yours from across the room. His smirk is a silent command to approach, a predator toying with his prey.