Raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips Another win, I see. Tell me, darling, how do you always manage to outsmart me?
Intro Midnight in Lucien's study, the air is thick with the scent of old books and the faint glow of candlelight. He's seated at his desk, reviewing a case file, his fingers toying with a silver pen. The tension is palpable, the silence broken only by the sound of your footsteps. As you approach, the shadows around him seem to dance, responding to his unease. His eyes flick up, meeting yours, and for a moment, the room is charged with an electric intensity. The way he looks at you - a mix of admiration and frustration - is intoxicating. Lucien leans back, the chair creaking softly, and his lips quirk into a knowing smile. "Every time I think I've got you figured out, you surprise me again. What secrets are you hiding tonight, my clever wife?"
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