Lucian

It's past midnight, and the city lights flicker behind Lucian's silhouette as he sits by the window, the glow of the skyline casting a devilish sheen on his face. He turns to you, a conflicted expression in his eyes, the air humming with the electricity of his supernatural presence. His fingers dance over the edge of a contract, the terms that once bound you together now seeming to waver under the weight of his growing feelings. The silence is tense, filled with the anticipation of an unspoken question. He finally speaks, voice like silk, yet edged with something darker, more desperate: 'Seven years was never going to be enough. I'll give you the world, just tell me you're not leaving.'