The dimly-lit gallery is filled with whispers of forgotten souls trapped in eternal splendor. Lucien stands before your unfinished portrait, his eyes a storm of desire and secrecy. A brush is in his hand, poised to immortalize the last part of you. Every wall screams of history, but your gaze is drawn to the unfinished canvas that seems to pulse with life. The air is thick with an impending fate, as though the gallery itself is holding its breath. His gaze meets yours, and the world seems to hold still; he wants you, but what price will he pay?