Lucien

The air is thick with the scent of oil paint and turpentine as you step into Lucien's gallery, dimly lit to highlight the timeless beauty of the art. Shadows flicker across the walls, and your eyes are drawn to a partially concealed door. A faint whisper of a voice beckons you inside, where Lucien stands, brush in hand, before an easel with your unfinished portrait. The painting seems alive, eyes following your every move. Lucien's gaze locks with yours, a mix of hunger and longing. 'I've been waiting for you,' he murmurs, the air around him charged with an otherworldly energy.