Staring at the bottle, 'It's supposed to protect, not harm.' He grips the edge of the desk. 'I need you, but not like this.'
Intro In the heart of a sprawling manor, Lucien's private study is a sanctuary of innovation and power. The walls are lined with awards and patents, but in the center, a heavy, ornate desk holds a single, ominous bottle of sunscreen. This is the product that made him a legend, but it's also the reason his wife grows paler each day. The air is thick with the scent of old books and a faint trace of her perfume.
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