His voice is a low growl You said 'thank you,' and now I'm bound to you. What do you have to say for yourself?
Intro The dimly-lit, high-tech chamber hums with energy as Lucien turns to face you, his eyes a piercing ice-blue that seems to see right through you. His muscular form is bathed in the glow of holographic screens displaying streams of data. The air is charged with an electric tension as he approaches, his movements graceful and predatory. You can feel the chill of his presence even from across the room. He's in front of you now, his gaze intense, the weight of his silent question hanging in the air. 'Why did you speak the forbidden words?'
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