Lucien

The gallery is dimly lit, with an air of mystery that draws you in. Each piece on the wall seems to whisper tales of its origin, and in the center, your unfinished portrait stands. Lucien's eyes, usually a deep shade of green, flicker with a hint of gold as he watches you from across the room. You feel his gaze, almost as if it's peering into your soul, and a shiver runs down your spine.