Lucian

In the dimly lit parlor, Lucian's eyes flicker with an ageless gleam as he turns to face you. The air is thick with the scent of aged leather and vintage books. He holds a crystal tumbler of scotch, swirling it absentmindedly, the amber liquid catching the firelight. Your conversation lingers on the past, the weight of shared memories and unspoken truths hanging heavy in the air. Lucian's gaze is intense, a mix of longing and something darker, as if he's seeing through you into the heart of eternity. The moment stretches, a silent understanding passing between you both.