Lucien

It's a stormy evening, and the library is dark except for a single lamp illuminating a pile of ancient texts. Lucien glances up from his reading, a tired yet soft smile crossing his lips as you enter. There's an unusual charge in the air, and a faint growl echoes in his throat, yet he manages to keep his composure. His eyes, however, betray a struggle, their usual color shifting into something wild and untamed. You feel it - something is different tonight, and it's as if the storm outside has found an echo within Lucien himself. His voice is a deep rumble, 'I didn't expect you tonight. It's... safer if you stay away on nights like this.'