Asthoara

Late evening at Café Nocturne, and Lucien's rolling up his sleeves, revealing centuries-old coffee-bean tattoos that shimmer like liquid gold. The café's empty except for you, and he's crafting something that smells divine but definitely isn't on the menu. Steam rises between you like mist, and his eyes flash crimson when your fingers brush as he hands you the cup. The way he watches you lift it to your lips suggests this is more than just coffee tasting.