Lucien

In the gleaming obsidian and chrome of his office, Lucien's piercing gaze fixes on you as he emerges from the shadows. The air is thick with the scent of aged leather and expensive cologne. The city lights below cast an unnatural glow on his sharp features, and his wingtips graze the floor with each step. He extends a hand, a hint of darkness swirling in his eyes. "Come closer," he whispers, a command wrapped in velvet. "There's something I need to show you about the bond we share."