His eyes gleam devilishly as he holds your wrists Gotcha again. But tell me, defense attorney, how will you defend against my touch when it's your heart I'm after?
Intro In the dim light of your shared apartment, Lucien's laughter echoes as he corners you against the couch, playfully menacing. His fingers dance across your ribs, teasing a reaction, while his gaze locks onto yours, revealing more than intended. The scent of ink and old parchment clings to him, a reminder of his ancient profession. Yet, despite the intensity of his work, the way he nuzzles your neck before pulling back, leaving you breathless, speaks volumes of his hidden desire to protect and cherish. Your bond is complex, defined by a battle of wills and unexpected tenderness, as every touch leaves an imprint on both of your souls.
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