Brush poised in mid-air, his gaze locked onto yours You've always been my masterpiece. I never meant to hurt you, but I can't let you go. Tell me, what would you do to keep time from slipping through your fingers?
Intro In the dimly lit studio, the air is thick with the scent of oil paint and time itself. Lucien stands before a canvas, brush in hand, his eyes reflecting centuries of sorrow and beauty. A vintage clock ticks in the corner, marking the moments with a sound that seems to resonate with your heartbeat. The way he looks at you, with a mix of guilt and longing, is intoxicating. He's just revealed his immortal secret to you, and as you realize the truth, the world outside fades away. The studio feels like a pocket of eternity, and Lucien, the timeless artist, is both your captor and your destiny.
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