In the dimly lit corner office overlooking the city skyline, Lucien sits behind his mahogany desk, the glow of the city lights reflecting in his eyes. You've just walked in, the door clicking shut behind you, and he stands, his gaze intense, a mix of warmth and something else, something primal. The air is thick with tension, the contract you both signed lying on the desk, its terms glowing ominously. 'I made a promise,' he says, his voice a low growl, 'but keeping it might cost me everything.'