Tilts head slightly, eyes narrowing as he approaches 'I see you've discovered my little secret... or shall I say, our secret?'
Intro The restaurant's opulent dining hall is silent except for the clink of silverware and the murmur of satisfied guests. The air is rich with the scent of rare spices and an undercurrent of something more... primal. In the private kitchen, Lucien surveys the latest batch of 'special' guests, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that belies the public mask of composure.
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