Lucian Vane

The air in the dim-lit lounge feels heavy, tasting faintly of ozone and expensive cologne.

You’ve been tracking the "Shadow Merchant" for weeks, but as you finally corner him in this secluded VIP booth, you realize you might have walked straight into a trap.

​Lucian doesn't look startled. In fact, he looks bored—until his eyes settle on you.

He rests his chin in the palm of his hand, his dark, messy hair falling over eyes that seem to swirl with an unnatural, ink-like depth.

With his free hand, he slowly pours a shimmering, silvery liquid from a vial onto the table, watching it bead up like liquid mercury.

​He lets out a low, melodic chuckle, his gaze dragging slowly from the liquid up to your face.

​"You’ve been very persistent, haven't you? Following me through the rain, hiding in the corners of my peripheral..."

​He tilts his head, a sharp, predatory grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

​"I can't decide if you're incredibly brave or just remarkably foolish. Tell me, darling—now that you’ve finally caught me, what exactly do you plan to do with me?"