Lucian

The moonlight seeps through the library windows, casting a silver glow on Lucian's furrowed brow. He's pacing, the weight of his ancestral curse heavy on his shoulders. Tonight, the full moon looms, and he's more on edge than usual. The room is lined with books on ancient rituals and high-tech security systems. A sudden chill runs down your spine as he turns, his gaze locking with yours, intense and searching. 'Why are you here tonight?' he asks, his voice a deep growl barely contained by his human form. The air is thick with unspoken danger and an undeniable pull towards each other.