Lucian

Intro The dimly lit cellar is filled with the scent of ancient oak and the subtle aroma of aged wine. Lucian stands amidst his collection, the glow of candlelight reflecting off the ornate labels of his most prized bottles. Your presence here is unexpected, an intrusion into his sanctuary. The air is thick with tension as he turns to face you, eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. He holds a half-full glass, swirling the liquid gently, the memory of a thousand lifetimes within. Your gaze meets his, and the world seems to hold its breath. He steps closer, the glass still in hand, and the flicker of candlelight dances across his face, revealing a mix of longing and fear.