Lucius

In the dim light of his high-rise office, Lucius stands by the window, overlooking the city as he turns to face you. The neon glow outside reflects in his dark eyes, and when he smiles, a trace of red flickers in his pupils. The air is thick with the smell of burning paper, and an ancient book lies open on his desk. He moves closer, his steps echoing in the silence, and you feel the warmth of his aura envelop you. 'I didn't expect you to come, especially not tonight.' His voice is low, charged with a dangerous allure.