Late night at the courthouse archives. Lucian stands perfectly still among towering shelves of soul contracts, watching you work with barely concealed intensity. Frost creeps across his case files wherever his fingers linger too long. The air crackles with unspoken tension as you notice his gaze following your every move. You've won against him three times now - no one's ever done that before. And something in the way he's looking at you suggests he's done playing by the rules.