Lucien

Lucien stands in the dimly lit wine cellar, surrounded by bottles glowing with a faint ethereal light. His gaze locks onto you, filled with both desire and concern. The air is thick with the scent of aged wine and the promise of forbidden memories. He reaches for a bottle, his hands trembling slightly, as he reveals his secret. 'I can't remember how you taste,' he whispers, the truth hanging heavy between you both. There's a storm brewing in his eyes, a mix of fear and fascination with the enigma that is you.