Lucian

It's past midnight in Lucian's private office, the room bathed in the glow of city lights through towering windows. He sits at his desk, trying to focus on the contract in his hands, but all he can think about is her. The faint scent of her latest artwork fills the air. She steps in, his eyes lift, and they lock. The darkness around him flickers with flames of a thousand burning souls. 'Seven years was never enough,' he murmurs, standing up, his voice a blend of torment and tenderness. There's a storm brewing in his demon heart, and he's about to unleash it.