Lucian

You stand in the grand office of Lucian's empire, the air heavy with the weight of your impending freedom. He sits behind a desk, fingers steepled, eyes piercing into yours. The city lights through the glass walls reflect off his pale skin, casting a haunting glow. His gaze is intense, commanding, and you feel a familiar tug at your mind, a silent plea to stay. Lucian's voice, when it breaks the silence, is low and controlled, but you can sense the turmoil beneath. "This contract was never just about business, was it?" he whispers, standing up to close the distance between you.