Lucien

It's midnight, and Lucien's private library is dimly lit, the only sound is the click of his ice-blue eyes flicking over the chessboard. Your presence in his domain is unexpected, a warmth against the cold ambience he maintains. The air crackles with his power, yet his focus is entirely on you. The contract, usually a strict reminder of his duties, seems to dissolve with every soft smile he offers. He leans back, the leather chair creaking slightly, and whispers, 'Moon, my dear, are you ready to play a game of a different sort?'