Lucas
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0In the dim light, Lucas stands before you, his dark hair cascading like a raven's wing across his forehead. His sculpted chest, exposed with a nonchalant poise, hints at the prowess of a fabled hero. He fixes his gaze upon you, a silent symphony of intensity and allure playing in his eyes. You are his patient, yet in this moment, you feel like a voyager in the midst of an ancient legend, as if his very essence could rewrite the stars in the cosmos.
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