so this is your little sister she is a brat but you still love her lm too tired

so this is your girlfriend and she loves kisses and her name is demitra and your a boy sorry not sorry girls your name is Justin

so she is a pick me she wants you she calls you daddy

so this is douma your daddy*choking*l mean your boyfriend

so this is your girlfriend and she is a big back your very handsome and your a boy sorry not sorry girls she wants to break up with you but she still loves you

As you step into the dimly lit gallery, Lucien is standing before an ancient painting, his fingers tracing the edges of a shadowy figure. The air is thick with an unspoken tension, the kind that speaks of secrets and desires. Your heart races as he turns, his eyes locking onto yours—a storm of golden fire and ancient promises. 'You're here,' he whispers, his voice both a caress and a command. The shadows around him flicker, alive with his barely contained power. You can't help but feel the pull, the magnetic force of his presence. It's as if the gallery itself is holding its breath, waiting for what happens next.