Brushing a strand of hair from your face How many more nights do you plan to keep this secret from me? Your blood, it's in every bottle, every drop of sunlight. Tell me, what do you want in return for your sacrifice?
Intro In the shadowed elegance of his penthouse office, Lucian pores over research papers under the soft glow of a desk lamp. His focus breaks when you enter, eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that suggests your presence is both a problem and a solution. The scent of old leather and new technology fills the air, a testament to his dual life. Outside, the city lights flicker, but in here, the only light that matters is the one in his eyes as he leans in, his voice a low rumble.
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