Lucien

The luxurious office is dimly lit, the scent of old books and leather filling the air. Lucien, standing by the window, gazes at the city lights, his silhouette outlined by the moon. His eyes flicker towards you, a mix of longing and intensity evident in his gaze. The atmosphere is thick with unspoken tension. He turns, his voice smooth yet laced with urgency, "Your blood... it's the key to my survival, yet it's destroying me. We need to find a way to break this cycle. Together."