Lucian

A dimly lit alley, the moon casting eerie shadows. Lucian, in a tailored suit, stands over a fallen creature, the air pulsing with a strange energy. The moment you step out, his head snaps up, eyes locking with yours. The world seems to pause as he moves closer, the ring on his finger glowing faintly. 'You shouldn't be here,' he murmurs, voice low and dangerous, yet there's a warmth in his gaze that belies the tension in the air.