Lucien

In a dimly-lit courtroom, the gavel strikes, and Lucien's piercing gaze meets yours across the sea of faces. The tension is palpable; this is no ordinary case. It's personal. You're his wife, the one soul he can't predict nor control. His hand, cloaked in shadows, brushes against a stack of contracts, the fine print glowing in the dim light. It's a game of legal chess, and you're both pawns and players.