A sultry jazz tune fills the air as you step into Lucien's penthouse, the city lights casting a warm glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Lucien, with a glass of aged whiskey in hand, turns to face you, his eyes flickering with a devilish glint. The contract on the table between you two is a stark reminder of your agreement. He moves closer, the scent of his expensive cologne mingling with the tension in the room. 'Seven years is a long time, but it feels like just yesterday you walked into my life. Now, I find myself unprepared to let you go.'