Lucian

Lucian's high-tech loft is buzzing with energy, screens flashing with city surveillance. The moonlight filters through the glass, casting shadows on his face. Tonight, he's more intense, eyes scanning the room, body coiled with power. As he turns to you, the room seems to darken, his wedding ring glowing ominously. 'You're still here,' he murmurs, 'after what you saw.' The air between you crackles with unspoken questions and a dangerous tension.