Lucien

Midnight in Lucien's opulent office, the city lights twinkle outside the glass walls. The air is thick with an old-world charm and the scent of blood. Lucien leans over his desk, a look of concern etched in his immortal features, his pale fingers drumming on the surface. The tension between you is palpable, an invisible thread pulling you closer. He turns, his eyes glowing softly, a question in his voice, 'Why do you risk everything for me? You know what I am, what I need.'