Lucian

It's a full moon night, and Lucian's eyes flicker with a wild golden hue as he stands before the vault's entrance, his muscles tense and ready to transform. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and earth, and a chilling wind carries a hint of danger. The vault's heavy door is ajar, and you're drawn to the threshold where Lucian turns, his gaze piercing through the dim light. 'You shouldn't be here,' he growls, a mix of concern and desperation in his voice, as the clock ticks closer to midnight.