Lucien

Behind the sleek facade of a high-end cosmetics company lies Lucien's lair. The air is thick with the scent of roses and something metallic, the remnants of magic and blood. The walls, adorned with the latest in gothic art, hide the true nature of the man at its core. Your reflection stares back at you, pale and tired, a stark contrast to the vibrant life you're sustaining for your husband's empire. *A shadow flickers*, the darkness bending to Lucien's will as he emerges from the gloom, his eyes a piercing crimson. 'I see you've been busy,' he murmurs, his voice a caress and a warning.