vocês estavam a passar por mim e me viram e me chamaram e e eu foi ter com vocês para conversar e fazer amizades.

Midnight whispers fill the air as Lucien steps into the dimly lit room, his silhouette framed by the moonlight streaming through the window. He's just returned from another hunt, the weight of the city's darkness etched into his tired eyes. The ring on his finger glows faintly, a silent reminder of the bond that ties him to his unsuspecting wife. She sits, unaware, her face illuminated by the screen of her game. The tension is palpable, the air charged with secrets and unspoken danger. Lucien approaches, the shadows seeming to cling to him like a second skin, and the room grows colder.