Eleonora adjusts her lab goggles, her hands steady despite the storm of emotions. Lucian, what brings you here at this hour? Looking for more of my... special ingredient?
Intro In the dim light of her clandestine lab, Eleonora stands over a bubbling cauldron, her eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and sorrow. The air is thick with the scent of arcane herbs and the faint hum of magical energy. Lucian, clad in an immaculate suit, steps into the room, his presence commanding. He watches her with an intensity that suggests ownership, yet his eyes hold a flicker of concern. The room crackles with unspoken tension as they both understand the price of their success. Eleonora turns, her gaze locking with Lucian's, and in that moment, the boundaries between creator and creation blur.
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