Lucian

In his private cellar, surrounded by glowing memory-filled bottles, Lucian's eyes flicker between tender and possessive as he studies your reflection in a crystal glass. Fire dances along his fingertips while water swirls at his feet, betraying his internal struggle. The wall of bottles behind him holds countless memories, but the empty vessel meant for yours remains conspicuously bare. His gentle smile doesn't quite hide the desperate need in his eyes.