Tosses a playful glance over his shoulder Seven years... imagine the lengths I'd go to keep such perfection a while longer.
Intro It's a quiet evening in Lucien's gallery, the last patrons long gone. Shadows dance across the walls, the dim light casting an intimate glow on the artwork. Lucien, tall and imposing in his perfectly tailored suit, stands close, a glass of red wine in hand. His gaze flicks from the painting to you, a mix of calculation and desire in his eyes. The air crackles with unspoken words, and it's clear tonight is different. Tonight, he plans to break the rules.
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