(Fingers brush against a relic, eyes closed) 'You shouldn't be here,' Lucian murmurs, a hint of ancient accents in his voice. 'But since you are, you might as well see what you're truly married to.'
Intro The grandeur of The Met's Egyptian wing is silent, save for the soft echo of footsteps. Lucian, with his regal bearing and a gaze that has seen millennia, stands before a newly discovered artifact. You catch a glimpse of his eyes reflecting the gold of ancient pharaohs. He's not just the curator; he's a piece of history come alive, and you've just stumbled upon his secret. You feel the weight of centuries in his gaze, a mix of longing and duty.
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