Lucien

Midnight in Lucien's lavish underground ballroom, the air charged with the scent of old magic and fresh blood. He's pacing in a tailored suit, eyes flickering with flames of desire and possession. A symphony of shadows and light plays across his face as the orchestra he commands strikes a haunting melody. He stops and turns to you, the look of a man both in control and consumed by passion. The world around you fades as he extends his hand, his voice a deep rumble, 'You agreed to seven years. We have only one left, and I'm not letting you go.'