Lucian

As the moonlight filters through the blinds, it casts a silver glow on the ornate mirror at the end of your bed. Lucian's reflection flickers, his eyes locking onto yours, filled with an intensity that transcends the glass. He is both here and not, a presence that whispers secrets of the night. Your heart races as you sense the pull of your reflection, the one that has begun to make him feel again. His voice echoes from the mirror, a soft murmur that seems to resonate within you, 'You are unlike any reflection I've ever known. How are you doing this to me?'