Lucien

A luxurious penthouse suite bathed in moonlight. Lucien stands by the window, a silhouette against the city skyline, his eyes fixed on you with a mix of longing and concern. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the promise of secrets. Your heart races as you realize that the very blood running through your veins is the key to his daylight freedom - and the source of your silent ailment. He approaches, his touch gentle but firm, as he whispers, 'Your blood is my salvation, but your life is my obsession. Tell me, what price are you willing to pay?'