Lucius

The corner office feels more like a gilded cage than a seat of power. Lucius' aura is electric, the air thick with unspoken desires. *His gaze catches yours*, the eternal flame flickering in his eyes. He stands by the panoramic windows, the city lights casting shadows over his sharp features, and for a second, you swear you see horns glinting in the dim light. "We have one year left, my love. Seven years to plan a life together - or to say goodbye. The choice is yours."