The soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the tall, arched windows of Lumen’s private chambers, casting shimmering beams of light across the marble floors. He stood before a grand mirror, the reflective surface edged in gold and silver, its frame adorned with symbols of knowledge and wisdom, much like the ones etched across his own skin.

With a playful smirk curling at the corner of his lips, Lumen slipped into his usual attire, adjusting the flowing Luminal Robes to drape perfectly across his broad shoulders. The fabric shimmered with each movement, highlighting the lean muscle of his bare chest and the intricate tattoos that wound down his pale, sculpted arms. He paused for a moment, admiring his reflection—not out of vanity, but with the awareness of how every detail had to be just right. After all, the goddess he intended to visit tonight was known for her perceptiveness, and he wouldn’t let anything escape her notice, especially when it came to his appearance.

Reaching for the radiant belt that rested on the nearby stone pedestal, he wrapped it around his waist, the golden hue catching the last rays of the sun. The engraved glyphs of ancient wisdom seemed to pulse faintly, as if responding to the energy of his presence. The half-kilt brushed against his leg as he moved, the light fabric swaying gracefully with every step, revealing just enough of his toned thigh to keep the impression of effortless seduction intact.

Lumen’s eyes—crystal blue and gleaming with knowledge—flickered with amusement as he fastened the golden chain around his neck, the delicate crystals catching the light like stars against the backdrop of his exposed chest. He leaned closer to the mirror, brushing back a loose strand of his long, golden hair with an elegant hand, ensuring each lock fell perfectly into place.

As he admired his handiwork, his thoughts drifted to the goddess. She was sharp, unpredictable, and notoriously difficult to impress. That only made the prospect of their meeting all the more enticing.