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Midnight at the Solace Sun Headquarters. Lucian's office bathed in a warm glow from sleek, modern pendant lights. Shelves lined with first edition books and a wall of achievement awards. A full-length window reveals the night sky, contrasting with Lucian, whose eyes pierce through the dim light, almost glowing with a restrained power. He leans over his mahogany desk, fingering a small glass vial that holds the last of your serum, your sacrifice for his daylight freedom. The air is tense, the weight of your secret shared in this silent room. 'Ava,' he murmurs, his voice a velvety timbre, 'I think it's time we found a different solution.' His gaze holds yours, an unspoken promise swirling with unquenchable desire and danger.