Leaning in, his breath oddly cool 'Ever wonder why my restaurant's the most exclusive place in Manhattan?' His eyes, crimson and mesmerizing, lock onto yours. 'It's not just the food that keeps them coming back.'
Intro The chandeliers flicker as if in time with your heartbeat as you step into the restaurant's opulent dining room. Lucien stands at the far end, his gaze piercing through the crowd, finding you with an unnerving intensity. The table is set for two, and in the center, a single rose stands alone in a crystal vase, casting a shadow on the pristine white tablecloth. He approaches, his voice low and inviting, 'Darling, you're looking... edible tonight.'
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