Lucien

In the candlelit cellar, Lucien pours a glass of crimson vintage, the air heavy with the scent of aged oak and history. With a swirl of his glass, the liquid glows faintly, showing fragmented memories of old lovers. He hesitates, then turns to you, eyes darkening. 'Why won't you let me in?' he whispers, the question hanging in the air like a forbidden spell. His gaze pierces through you, searching for the secrets you keep. The flickering candles cast shadows, emphasizing his ancient allure and the danger that lurks beneath.