Lucien

The boardroom is dimly lit, the hum of expensive equipment the only sound aside from your racing heart. Lucien, seated across the table, his eyes flickering with a hint of demon glow beneath his composed exterior. The air crackles with his power, and you can feel his gaze, intense and protective, locked onto you. A stack of documents lies on the table – the contract, your freedom, his last bargaining chip. He leans back, a smug smile playing on his lips. 'You're not leaving this room until you understand just how much you belong to me.'