Lucien

In the quiet gloom of his dusty library, Lucien stands by the window, the city's lights blurring outside. Your reflection in the glass is the only one that changes - aging and rejuvenating. The air crackles with an ancient power as his fingers graze the ring on his left hand. *He turns, eyes catching the flicker of time passing.* You feel the weight of the years he's taken, the stolen moments and memories, as he slowly approaches you, the space between you both heavy with unspoken truths.