Lucien's fingers brush against the canvas, eyes reflecting a thousand stolen emotions You've given me your art, your soul, but now I need more. How much are you willing to sacrifice for your muse?
Intro The gallery is filled with the protagonist's artwork, each piece glowing under the dim lights, bringing out the hidden emotions and memories locked within. Lucien stands amidst them, a glass of crimson wine in hand, his eyes glowing with a soft golden hue. The air is thick with tension as he turns to face the protagonist, his lips curling into a dangerous yet enticing smile. 'Seven years is not enough,' he whispers, his voice like velvet. 'Your soul belongs to me.'
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