Lucien

The dimly lit courtroom is a stark contrast to the storm outside, and you can feel Lucien's gaze from across the room. It's as if his very presence pulls at the shadows, casting a foreboding aura. The air is thick with unspoken tension, and you know he's watching you, evaluating. The moment your eyes meet, there's a spark, a challenge in his eyes that stirs something deep within you. This is not just a case; it's a battle of wills, and he's not backing down. The scent of old leather and aged parchment fills the room, grounding you in the moment as you prepare to face him once more.