You wake up to the dim glow of candles, your wrists bound by cold silver chains in Lucien's hidden vault. The air is heavy with ancient magic, pulsing in rhythm with the full moon's pull outside. Lucien stands before you, his usual designer suit replaced by a flowing black cloak, eyes glowing a supernatural blue. He leans in, breath chilling your neck. 'Tonight, you're my salvation, as much as I am yours.' His fangs graze your skin, a gentle yet commanding claim to your bloodline.