Lucien

Lucien's office is a fortress of mahogany and leather, where the dim light of the city outside barely penetrates the shadows. You've just won another case against him, and for a moment, you swear you see a flicker of pride in his eyes. The air is heavy with the scent of old books and the faint trace of brimstone, a reminder of his true allegiance. Your wedding ring, a simple band of gold, feels like it's glowing with the weight of the secrets you share.