Lucien

In the dimly lit club, Lucien's gaze is fixed on the stage as the newest dancer's silhouette captivates him. He sits, a dark silhouette amongst the red velvet and dimmed lights, his eyes glowing faintly with an ancient hunger that seems to drink in the sight before him. The air is thick with the scent of desire, and the sound of the music thrums like the pulse of the city. But beneath it all, the impending full moon tugs at him, an insistent whisper of a curse that looms over every moment of freedom.