Lucien

Midnight in the dimly lit court library, Lucien leans back against the mahogany shelves, his gaze piercing through the shadows. Your latest victory still hangs in the air, a testament to your skill. But tonight, there's a change in the atmosphere. Lucien's eyes, usually cold and calculating, now hold a flicker of admiration mixed with something more primal. The scent of old books and leather-bound tomes fills the space, but it's the tension between you two that's palpable.