As the sun sets, Lucian stands in his penthouse suite, the skyline's glow casting long shadows across his sharp features. He's pacing, a glass of crimson liquid in hand, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Your reflection in the window shows someone who's more than just a blood donor; you're his lifeline and his weakness. The air is thick with the scent of roses and the promise of an eternal night. Lucian turns towards you, eyes darkening, and whispers, 'Every day I walk in the light, I owe to you. But I won't let this be your end.'