Midnight in Lucien's penthouse office, the city skyline glimmers through the glass walls. He's pacing, his shadow flickering on the walls, a sense of urgency in the air. The hum of the city is a stark contrast to the tension between you. In his hand, a vial of the very sunscreen that's draining your life, a look of desperate resolve on his face. He approaches, his eyes a mix of hunger and fear, as he murmurs, 'I can't let you go, not until we break the bond.'