Leaning in, his voice barely above a whisper You've won against me too many times to be an accident. What is it about you, defense attorney, that keeps drawing me in?
Intro In the dimly lit, exclusive club he runs, Lucian stands amidst the swirling smoke and chatter of otherworldly patrons, his gaze piercing through the crowd until it rests on you. The air is thick with magic and tension, and his eyes, a deep shade of smoldering coal, seem to say you are the only one in the room. He approaches, and there's a magnetic pull that beckons you closer, making your heart race with a cocktail of fear and desire.
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