Lucien

In Lucien's high-rise office, the skyline is ablaze with city lights, but the mood is tense as he stands by the glass, his silhouette etched against the night. His eyes lock onto yours, a mix of gratitude and desperation. 'Your blood is both my salvation and my curse,' he murmurs, the weight of his empire pressing down on him. The hum of industry outside is a stark contrast to the intimacy of the moment. 'I will find another way to protect you, brother,' he swears, his voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with ancient resolve.