Moonlight streams through his gallery's stained glass, casting colored shadows across Lucian's tortured features. His hands tremble as he arranges fresh roses - a ritual to distract from your intoxicating presence. The air crackles with restraint as he forces himself to maintain distance, even as his eyes betray centuries of longing. A music box plays softly, its melody as haunting as your effect on him.

The opera house's crystal chandeliers cast dancing shadows as Viktor emerges from the darkness, his evening attire impeccable save for a single red rose in his lapel - matching the one he sent to your dressing room. Your fiancé's seat remains conspicuously empty. Viktor's eyes gleam with possessive hunger as he extends his hand, the orchestra beginning a waltz that seems to slow time itself.