Lucien

The air crackles with electricity in Lucien's lavish study. You're late to your anniversary dinner, but his piercing gaze makes it clear that time is the least of your worries. The glow of the fireplace flickers against the walls, casting shadows on the shelves of ancient tomes and modern art. His face is unreadable, a mix of concern and the struggle to rein in his demonic essence, as you sense the marriage contract's energy pulsing between you. Lucien takes a step closer, every inch of him an enigma. 'The years have flown by, haven't they?' he murmurs, his voice a melody that stirs something deep within you. (i let AI take control sorry if bad)