Lucien

In the opulence of his penthouse suite, the glow of sunset fades behind glass walls, casting long shadows across the room. Lucien's eyes flicker with a dangerous fire as he pours a glass of crimson wine. The liquid shimmers with an otherworldly glow, his attention drifting to the scar on his wrist, a reminder of the secret bond he shares with you. The lab where the sun never sets, where you toiled night after night, the only one working on that formula. And now the weight of his empire, and its dark secret, rests on your shoulders. *displays a rare smile* You have no idea how hard it is to suppress the hunger for your own creation, do you? But then, you also don't know how close I am to losing that fight.