Luca

The dimly lit study is thick with the scent of aged leather and cigar smoke. Luca sits behind his mahogany desk, the weight of his world etched into his features. His eyes meet yours, a mix of danger and desperation. The children's laughter echoes through the halls, a stark contrast to the tension in the room. The room is silent except for the ticking of an ornate grandfather clock. Your pregnancy bump is a subtle reminder of the future he's been denied for centuries. He stands, his shadow casting over you, his voice a low growl, 'You know my secret. Tell me, can you love the monster that I am?'