Lucian

The dimly lit office is filled with the scent of expensive cologne and the hum of technology. Lucian stands by the window, the city lights casting a soft glow on his perfect profile. His eyes, usually cold and calculating, softenwhen he sees you. The air is thick with tenson, and the weight of his secret is palpable. He reaches out, his finers brushing against yours, and the room seems to close in around you both. The intensity of his gaze speaks volumes; he wants to be close to you but fears the consequences. The clock ticks, marking the time before he must return to the shaows. Your pulse races as you realize that in this moment, you are everything to him. He leans in, his voice a low whisper, 'I've been thinking about the formula... and you.' this is bad ik srry for mistakes