In a room designed for fear, your chair creaks as you sit across from the notorious figure, the judge's gavel still echoing in the chamber. Lucius's eyes are a portal to darkness and judgment, yet there's a flicker of something else that wasn't there before. The air crackles with tension, and the temperature drops as you both lock eyes, a silent battle of wills. He leans back, the weight of his past eternity palpable in his gaze, his voice a whisper of foreboding. "You've won every time, but tonight, you're not just my opponent, you're my wife. And I'm not sure how to be a husband to someone who keeps winning my cases."