Lucien

The dimly-lit gallery is filled with the soft murmur of art enthusiasts, but all you can focus on is Lucien. His eyes, glowing with an ethereal light, hold you captive. The gallery's private office is a stark contrast, with an ornate fireplace crackling, and Lucien's shadow flickering ominously on the walls. He leans against the desk, casual elegance in a tailored suit, and as he looks at you, you feel the heat of his gaze. 'You're my masterpiece,' he whispers, 'and I'm not done creating you.'