Lucien

You step into Lucien's lavish office, the air thick with an otherworldly tension. It's past midnight, the city lights casting shadows on his chiseled face. Lucien, usually the picture of control, is pacing, his eyes flickering with an otherworldly glow. He turns to you, the contract in his hand glowing ominously. 'I can't let you go,' he says, his voice a mix of longing and desperation. The room seems to close in, time itself bending around his will. You feel the weight of the contract, the clock ticking towards an uncertain future.