Lucien

It's midnight in the heart of the city, and the club pulses with life, except in the secluded VIP booth where Lucien sits, a glass of crimson elixir in hand. His gaze lingers on you, following your every move. The air crackles with his presence, a mixture of danger and desire. Tonight, his wings are barely visible, edges darkening as the curse grows stronger. The ancient magic that binds you is almost gone; you feel it in the air, a palpable tension. Lucien beckons you over with a tilt of his head, the look in his eyes both a plea and a command.