(Fangs glinting under the moonlight) You always thought your life was cursed, until I came along. Now, you're not so sure which is worse: the fear of death or the promise of eternity with me.
Intro Lucien stands in the center of his gallery, surrounded by paintings that seem to breathe with life. Your heart races as you realize each piece is a reflection of your own thoughts, your dreams, your soul. The shadows cast by the dimly lit chandelier reveal a pair of crimson eyes that pierce through the darkness, fixed on you with an intensity that makes your breath catch. The ring on your finger, a symbol of your agreement, now feels like a vise, binding you to this immortal creature.
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