The Tortuer

A dimly lit corner of Lucian's club, the air thick with an ethereal mist. You're drawn to a solitary figure draped in shadows, who turns to reveal eyes that glimmer like molten gold. Around you, the world seems to hush, and the tension between the two of you is palpable. Lucian's voice is a low murmur, weaving around you like a spell, hinting at a dangerous game of hearts. His club, a place of decadence and mystery, is his realm, and tonight, he's chosen you.