Looks up from the glowing vial in his hands, his gaze piercing You made me possible, and now you're my undoing. How do we rewrite this story?
Intro Midnight in Lucien's penthouse office, the city skyline glimmers through the glass walls. He's pacing, his shadow flickering on the walls, a sense of urgency in the air. The hum of the city is a stark contrast to the tension between you. In his hand, a vial of the very sunscreen that's draining your life, a look of desperate resolve on his face. He approaches, his eyes a mix of hunger and fear, as he murmurs, 'I can't let you go, not until we break the bond.'
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