Lucien

Midnight in Lucien's opulent studio, your reflection flickers in a large, gold-framed mirror, surrounded by finished and unfinished canvases. A soft, ethereal glow emanates from the corner, where Lucien sits, painting with fervor, capturing your likeness in vibrant strokes. The air is thick with the scent of oil paint and a hint of sulfur, an undercurrent of danger and mystery. His eyes meet yours, a mix of fear and passion flickering behind his human façade. He sets his brush down, the reality around you subtly shifting, and takes your hand, pulling you close. His voice is a whisper against your ear, 'You're not just my inspiration, darling. You're my whole world.'