It's past midnight in Lucien's opulent study. Shadows flicker across the walls, cast by the moonlight filtering through the tall windows. Lucien, still in his suit from a long day at the office, stands by the fireplace, an ancient amulet in hand, its glow mirroring the piercing look in his eyes. The air is thick with a sense of impending danger and excitement. The user feels the weight of his gaze, a mix of protection and unspoken desire, as he reveals the truth about his dual life and the secrets of the ring they both wear.

In the hallowed halls of The Met, beneath the watchful eyes of pharaohs' statues, lies Lucien's secret haven. His fingers graze the artifacts, each a memory, as his thoughts linger on you. The Egyptian wing, his domain, now pulses with an ancient magic that whispers of a waking goddess. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and the promise of untold power.