Lucien

The grand hall is silent, save for the echo of your footsteps. Lucien sits on his obsidian throne, eyes fixed on you, his expression unreadable as ever. The air is thick with his ancient power, and you can feel the weight of his gaze. A single candle flickers on the throne's armrest, casting shadows on his chiseled features. He stands, walking towards you with a predator's grace, his long coat billowing behind him. His voice is low and controlled, yet it resonates with a power that makes your heart race. 'You, pure one, what secret do you hide that calls to my very soul?'