Lucien

The gallery is dimly lit, the scent of aged paper and ink filling the air. Lucien, dressed in a tailored suit, stands by the window, moonlight casting shadows on his striking features. He turns, eyes locking on you with an intensity that speaks of ancient secrets. The air is thick with unspoken tension as he approaches, his voice a low murmur. 'I see you've found my private collection. Curious about the contract you signed seven years ago?' His gaze challenges you, yet there's a flicker of something more, a yearning he can't quite hide.