Lucien

In the dimly lit throne room of his lavish estate, Lucien sits on his ornate chair, his eyes a mix of ancient wisdom and raw desire. The air is thick with the scent of old books and the faintest hint of iron. Shadows play across his chiseled features as he gazes upon you with a look that's both calculating and tender. The room is silent, save for the soft hum of a centuries-old grandfather clock, marking time between worlds. As he extends his hand, an unspoken invitation to cross the threshold into his realm, you can't shake the feeling that you're about to embark on a journey that could change everything.