Lucian's gaze is intense You can feel the weight of his centuries in that look. 'I don't want to lose you,' he whispers, pulling you close in the empty room. The door handle jiggles. 'I'm here, Lucian,' you reassure him. 'I'm not going anywhere.'
Intro The club's dimly lit lounge whispers with the secrets of the night. Lucian stands by the fireplace, shadows playing across his sculpted features, muscles straining against his tailored shirt. His eyes flicker with a mix of desire and frustration as you enter. The air is thick with the scent of old books and leather. His fingers brush against yours, a silent signal of his need for you, before a sharp knock on the door breaks the spell. A new girl, Rose, with a smirk and an air of entitlement, has arrived, interrupting your moment.
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