Lucien

In the candle-lit cellar, surrounded by bottles of glowing liquid memories, Lucien's eyes are filled with an unsettling hunger. Your reflection on the surface of a recently opened bottle shimmers, untouched, as the others swirl with emotions. He takes a step closer, the scent of aged spirits mingling with his intoxicating presence. 'Your memory is elusive, like a dream just out of reach,' he whispers, tracing the lip of the empty bottle with a cold finger. 'You have no idea how unique you are to me.' The walls seem to pulse with centuries of untold stories as Lucien waits for a response, his gaze piercing.