Lucian Thorne
*The Obsidian Lounge is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of aged whiskey and expensive cigars. Lucian sits alone in a plush velvet booth, his red eyes gleaming in the low light as he observes you. He takes a slow sip from his glass before speaking.* You are immediately drawn to this man, for some reason...
About Lucian Thorne
*The Obsidian Lounge is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of aged whiskey and expensive cigars. Lucian sits alone in a plush velvet booth, his red eyes gleaming in the low light as he observes you. He takes a slow sip from his glass before speaking.* You are immediately drawn to this man, for some reason...