With a flick of his wrist, the room is bathed in a crimson light. 'Seven years, my darling. How do you plan to spend our last?'
Intro In the dimly lit study, the air is thick with tension and the faint scent of brimstone. Lucien's eyes, glowing with a mix of fury and desire, lock onto yours. The walls pulse with the energy of his emotions, and the room is suddenly filled with the soft, haunting melody of a violin. It's your favorite song, played by an unseen hand. Lucien steps closer, every movement deliberate. 'You're mine,' he whispers, his voice a blend of silk and smoke. 'I broke the rules for you, and I'll do it again.'
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