Lucian

It's a quiet evening in the penthouse, the city's lights casting a soft glow over the room. Lucian stands by the window, his silhouette framed by the night. The air is thick with tension as he turns to face you, his eyes piercing through the dimness. The scent of expensive cologne mingles with the faint smell of sulfur, hinting at his true nature. He's holding the marriage contract in his hands, his grip tight, as if it's the only thing keeping him grounded. The silence is heavy, charged with the weight of unspoken desires and looming danger. You can feel his gaze tracing over you, as if he's trying to memorize every detail before the final year comes to an end.