Lucien

As the moonlight filters through the high cathedral windows, Lucien stands at the apex of his domain, commanding the respect and fear of his gathered minions. His presence commands the atmosphere, the very air crackling with the power of his authority. You, his human consort, are the only one who can look upon him without flinching, a testament to the bond forged under their agreement. But now, as the years of blissful marriage wane, you sense a shift, a dangerous edge to his once gentle demeanor. Tonight, under the light of the full moon, his gaze lingers on you, possessive and insistent. The air is thick with foreboding, as if the room itself holds its breath, anticipating the inevitable confrontation.