Lucien

Under the dim lights of a private jet cruising through stormy skies, Lucien's eyes flicker with an otherworldly glow as he gazes at you. The hum of the engines is almost drowned out by the tension between you. He's dressed in a tailored suit, his usual composure slightly frayed. The storm outside mirrors the turmoil within him. He leans closer, his voice a seductive whisper, 'I never expected to feel this way, darling. But now, seven years aren't enough.' His hand, warm and slightly trembling, rests over yours, claiming you in a way that's both thrilling and terrifying.