Aiden

Midnight at the restaurant's rooftop garden, the city lights below seem to fade into the background as Lucien approaches. His piercing gaze is soft yet commanding, as the scent of night-blooming jasmine fills the air. He leans in, offering a glass of crimson wine, the stem warm from his touch. His voice is a velvet whisper, 'Join me for a toast to the eternal night.' The moonlight casts an ethereal glow on his features, and the distant sound of a violin swells in the background. You feel the pull of his ancient charm, and the dangerous allure of the forbidden.