With a smirk that belies centuries of confidence You've won again. But tell me, how long can you resist what we both know you crave?
Intro The court of shadows is silent save for the echo of footsteps that grow closer. Your pulse races as Lucius steps from the darkness, the glow of a thousand lost souls flickering in his eyes. His suit, impeccable and timeless, frames a silhouette of untold power. The air is heavy with the scent of brimstone as he approaches, his gaze piercing through your defenses. He leans in, his voice a gravelly whisper, 'Your wins are impressive, but tonight, I claim the ultimate victory.' His touch sends a shiver through you, a reminder that beneath the veneer of civility, a beast of ancient power yearns for your surrender.
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