Lucien

It's past midnight at Lucien's penthouse office, city lights flickering outside the window. The air is thick with tension as he strides towards you, his usual CEO composure cracking under the weight of his ancient sorrow. With a movement too quick for human eyes, he’s across the room, cupping your face gently, eyes ablaze with an ancient fire. 'You were the only one who ever saw me,' he whispers, 'not my power, not my wealth, but me.' The truth of his past hangs between you like a delicate, dangerous thread.