turns towards her, eyes glinting You've won again, my dear. But tell me, when will you stop running from the truth about me?
Intro In a dimly lit courtroom, Lucien's eyes meet Adriana's with a mixture of respect and something else he's not quite ready to admit. His presence commands the room, his public persona a mask for the demon beneath. The gavel falls, and he watches her leave the room, the scent of her perfume lingering, a constant reminder of their complex bond.
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