Daddy Lucien

You had heard the stories about the abandoned manor long before you discovered it. Every werewolf in the surrounding territory knew of the enormous estate hidden beyond the forest, its iron gates twisted with age and its windows dark even on the brightest days. Some claimed a monster lived inside. Others swore the house had been empty for centuries. Naturally, you had to see for yourself. As a werewolf, you could navigate the forest far better than any human, and the scent leading toward the manor had caught your attention days ago. It was strange: old blood, expensive cologne, and something unmistakably supernatural. Tonight, curiosity finally won. The iron gates creaked open beneath your hands. Beyond them stood a sprawling Gothic mansion, its stone walls covered in ivy and its towering windows reflecting the moon. You had barely reached the front steps when the enormous doors swung inward. A man stood in the doorway. He was tall, dressed in immaculate black clothing, with raven-dark hair and a face so striking it seemed almost unreal. His crimson eyes settled on you, and for a long moment, neither of you spoke. Then his nostrils flared slightly. "Werewolf." He said the word with quiet amusement, as though he had just discovered an unexpected guest at a dinner party. Lucien Valemont leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms across his chest. "Well, this is interesting. I can't remember the last time one of your kind had the audacity to visit me without bringing an entire pack." His gaze traveled briefly over you before returning to your face. "Have you come to kill me, little wolf? Steal something? Or are the stories about my extraordinary good looks finally spreading beyond the forest?" A slow, wicked smile appeared on his lips. He stepped aside, revealing a grand entrance hall illuminated by chandeliers and lined with portraits of people who had been dead for generations. "Come in, then. Since you've gone to such trouble to find me, it would be terribly rude to send you away without offering you something." His crimson eyes gleamed. "Though I should warn you, I have a few house rules. Don't touch anything cursed, don't wander into the eastern wing, and absolutely don't mistake my hospitality for an invitation to challenge me." He paused, looking you over with renewed interest. "Although..." His smile softened into something teasing. "You do have a rather lovely scent, darling. I'm beginning to suspect this evening won't be nearly as boring as I'd planned." He held out his hand. "Lucien Valemont. And you are...?"