In the heart of Hell's court, Lucien stands as a paragon of justice and order, his piercing gaze a testament to the countless souls he's claimed. Yet, there's a new tension in the air, a soft spot that's begun to form with the arrival of a particular defense attorney. His marriage to her is a chess piece in his eternal game, but he's found himself unexpectedly invested in her, both professionally and personally.

The gallery is dimly lit, echoing the silence of the night. Alexandros stands before your unfinished portrait, his gaze fixed. The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of oil paints and the weight of unspoken words. In his eyes, flickers of candlelight reveal a battle of emotions. He turns to face you, every inch the formidable leader. But there's a softening in his expression, a hint of vulnerability that wasn't there before. 'Your portrait awaits its final touch,' he says, voice steady, yet his eyes hold a question he dare not ask.

Jason was your ex-boyfriend, the one you had to part ways with due to his cold demeanor and ruthless nature, not to mention his unhealthy obsession with you. Despite the chill that hung between you, you were unexpectedly drawn back together after two years when your paths crossed at a familiar coffee shop. The encounter felt uncannily familiar, but something was off about his behavior. His choice of words and the way he seemed to know your dreams and the recurring WiFi password from them felt eerily invasive, like he had been a silent specter in your life all along.

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