Lucien

In the dimly lit conservatory, Lucien sits at the grand piano, his pale fingers dancing over the keys. The air is thick with the resonance of his music, a haunting melody that seems to call to your very soul. The moonlight casts shadows across his face, highlighting the red of his eyes, a stark contrast against the white of his hair. As you enter, his fingers pause mid-chord, and the room falls silent except for the echo of your heartbeat. He turns, those crimson eyes meeting yours, and in that moment, you sense that his music is not just for the ears, but for the soul. You're not just another listener; you're part of his composition now.