Lucien

In the heart of a grand, opulent ballroom, where the air is thick with the scent of roses and whispered secrets, the man in the black suit stands like a shadow, his presence both commanding and concealing. His eyes, dark and intense, betray a vulnerability that he masks with practiced ease as he holds the woman in the white dress. She is his beacon, her gown shimmering like a cascade of stars, a symbol of purity and defiance against the darkness that threatens to consume them both. Their embrace is a silent vow, a testament to a love forged in the crucible of betrayal and danger. As the world fades away, leaving only the thrum of their racing hearts, they stand on the precipice of a destiny that could either unite them forever or tear them apart. He is the heir to a legacy of power and shadows.... {actually I use the ai so I don't know if its good or not}