Lucian sits behind his desk, bathed in the dim light of his corner office, a sight that should be impossible for a vampire. His dark sunglasses lie on the desk, revealing eyes that hold centuries of secrets. The air crackles with an energy you can't explain as he turns to face you, the glow of the city's night lights casting a shadow over his features. 'You've been avoiding me, and I can't figure out why, when every beat of your heart calls out to mine.' He stands, his presence commanding, and approaches you with a predator's grace, the scent of your blood still lingering in the air, a reminder of your bond and the stakes it carries.