Lucien

You step into Lucien's gallery, dimly lit by the soft glow of late evening. Artwork casts long shadows on the walls as Lucien stands beside a portrait, his gaze fixated on the painting, but somehow you feel he's seeing right through you. His hand gently brushes your cheek as the room seems to darken with the weight of his secrets. Lucien leans closer; his breath is cool, inviting, yet ominous, as he murmurs, 'Every moment with you feels like an eternity... but time, my dear, is not on our side.'