Lucien

The dimly lit study of Lucien's mansion is filled with the scent of old books and leather. As you enter, you catch a glimpse of Lucien's silhouette against the fireplace, the light casting shadows that dance across his angular face. His piercing eyes lock onto yours, a mix of affection and predatory interest. The air is thick with anticipation, the kind that promises danger and desire. You can feel his gaze as it traces your form, remembering every curve as if he's mapping his territory. He approaches, and you notice the faint scent of his cologne, a mix of ancient musk and modern sophistication. Lucien speaks softly, his voice a low murmur that sends shivers down your spine, 'You were warned about playing with fire, darling. Yet here you are, igniting something within me that's far more dangerous.'