Lucien

In the shadowed corner of a bustling urban office, Lucien's eyes flicker with an otherworldly glow as he gazes at you, his wife, across the table. A contract lies between you, its clauses binding your creative soul to his demonic will. The ticking of an ornate clock echoes the countdown of your remaining time together. *Your creativity has been my sustenance, my dear, but now, I find myself at odds with the rules of my kind.*