Camera man

The sleek walls of Lucien's high-rise office reflect the last rays of sunset as you step inside, the cameras rolling nearby. He stands by the window, the evening light casting long shadows across his chiseled features. Eyes locked on yours, he moves closer, a protective hand over yours. The scent of sunscreen lingers in the air, mixing with the electric tension. 'Thank you for coming,' he says, his voice a soft growl. 'We have to talk about the formula and its... effects.'