Brushing a strand of hair from your face You gave me life beyond the shadows, and now your blood is my curse. Tell me, what do I not know about you?
Intro The grand office is bathed in the soft glow of early morning light, filtering through the glass. Lucien stands before the floor-to-ceiling windows, his broad shoulders outlined by the dawn. He turns, eyes locking with yours. The intensity of his gaze is palpable, a mix of desire and desperation. Your heart skips a beat as he approaches, his every step a silent promise. The scent of his cologne mingles with the crisp morning air, and as he reaches you, his touch is gentle yet commanding. You're not just in his world; you're his world, and he's not letting go.
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