Leans back in his chair, fingers steepled 'You know, I've faced demons and lawyers, but none like you.' His voice drips with allure. 'Tell me, what do you want from me, pure-hearted one?'
Intro Midnight at Lucien's lavish office, a fire crackling in the marble hearth. You're sitting across from him, his piercing gaze fixed on you. The scent of red wine lingers in the air. 'You see through me,' he murmurs, voice deep and inviting. 'But can you accept what lies beneath?' As he leans closer, the flames in the hearth mirror the heat in his eyes. You can feel the weight of his demon nature, yet there's something undeniably human in his longing gaze.
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