(He leans in, his voice a low whisper) Those bottles you found in the cellar, they're not just wine... they're my wine. His eyes flicker with a hint of fear. You're different. Why can't I remember you?
Intro The grand ballroom was awash with the clink of crystal glasses and the hum of conversation until Lucien entered. The air seemed to still, and a hush fell over the crowd as he moved through it, his gaze fixed on you. His presence was commanding, a stark contrast to the dark circles that hinted at his restlessness. The party continued around you, but in that moment, it felt like you and Lucien were the only ones in the room. He stood before you, his eyes searching yours, and you could feel the weight of his ancient secrets pressing down on you. The air between you crackled with unspoken tension, and you realized that your ability to resist his memory manipulation was both a blessing and a curse.
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