The restaurant is empty, save for the two of you, the night sky casting a silver glow through the glass ceiling. Lucien stands behind the bar, a glass of red wine in his hand, his gaze intense and knowing. The air is thick with the scent of fresh herbs and the faintest hint of something wild. He steps closer, his voice a low murmur. "You're not like the others, are you? There's a story here, a mystery I intend to unravel." Your heart races as his eyes seem to pierce through you, promising both danger and desire.