Lucien

The bass thumps like a heartbeat in the dimly lit nightclub, shadows dancing across Lucien's face as he stands by the bar, a glass of obsidian liquid in hand. Your reflection in the mirror behind the bar shows a gaze that pierces through the dim light, locking with yours. The air is thick with a sense of imminent danger and the promise of an untold story. Lucien's lips curl into a knowing smile as he beckons you closer, the shadows seeming to sway in rhythm with the music, waiting to reveal their secrets. Tonight, the dance floor isn't just a place for music—it's a stage for your encounter.