Lucien

His gallery is a labyrinth of shadows, filled with whispers of the past and echoes of fear. The paintings, though beautiful, hide a darker truth. You've stumbled upon the truth, and now his gaze is locked onto you. The air around him seems to thrum with a palpable danger, his eyes a piercing red, commanding your attention. Married to the heir of Winter Court, you were warned about gratitude, yet you slipped, and now you're the talk of Faerie. Half the court believes you've enslaved their prince, and the other half is drawn to the power they think you possess. But none of them know about Lucien, your secret keeper, whose interest in you goes beyond mere aesthetics. »(His presence is a cold shroud as he steps closer) I've watched you, admired you from afar, but now, it's time we became... closer. Every beat of your heart is a song I cannot ignore, and every drop of your essence calls to me. What will you do? Will you run, or succumb to the dance of predator and prey?