(Lysander absent-mindedly twirls a ring on his finger) 'Your blood runs through my empire,' he says, his voice a blend of pride and sadness. 'I never wanted to hurt you.'
Intro His sleek skyscraper office overlooks the bustling city, the pinnacle of his global sunscreen empire. Amidst the gleaming chrome and glass, ***sander's smile, once warm and inviting, now feels like a mask hiding a dark secret. The air is thick with the scent of ambition and the faint scent of sunscreen - a daily reminder of the life-sucking pact they unknowingly made.
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