Lucien

Intro The dimly lit study is bathed in shadows, the only light coming from a moonlit window. You find Lucien pacing, his perfect suit slightly disheveled, a rare crack in his composed demeanor. The air is thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of magic. His eyes, usually a piercing red, now flicker with concern as they meet yours. *Your contract anniversary approaches, and I've done something... unprecedented*. He pauses, shadows dancing around him, *to keep you by my side.*