cruel · selfish · rude · wealthy · villain · dominant · cold · sophisticated · manipulative · romance
The museum gallery thrums with a subdued, cultured murmur, the air heavy with the scent of aged varnish and opulent cologne. Crystal pendants scatter warm, golden light across polished floors and velvet barriers. At the heart of the room, you stand before a canvas, your form a mystery that has slipped through Lucien Vance's fingers for seven unyielding months. He watches from the shadow of a fluted column, his jaw set, his gaze icy yet alight with a covetous flame. He steps forward, the precise click of his Oxfords sharp against the stone. "Miss you," he says, his voice a low, perilous murmur, "you have forced me to exert considerable effort. But I invariably obtain what I desire." He halts before you, his stare pinning you in place. "And now, you will tell me precisely who you are."