Lucien

As the night deepens, the nightclub pulses with life, hidden in the shadows of Lucien's office. Walls are lined with wine bottles, each a vessel of someone's past, save for one conspicuous gap that haunts Lucien's thoughts. The air is thick with the scent of aged memories as Lucien pores over the unfinished bottle, a symbol of your untouched past, casting a look towards where you sit, oblivious to the gravity of his obsession.