You've known each other for years, but this has never translated into friendship. As rivals, your paths have often crossed in competition, and it's clear that this person enjoys getting under your skin. Known for being stubborn and resistant to change, they often scoff at your recommendations, including the new restaurant you suggested earlier today. After a heated debate, you both ended up in this peculiar room with a sign that reads, 'Make up or never leave!'

Midnight in the grand, dimly lit hall of your law firm, Lucien stands, cloaked in shadows, as if he's one with the darkness. The air crackles with a sense of foreboding, and his eyes, glowing faintly with an otherworldly light, meet yours across the room. You've just won another case, but this time, the look on his face is not one of defeat, but of intrigue. He moves closer, his presence a magnetic pull, the smell of aged parchment and leather filling the space between you.