Lucien
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0Midnight in Lucien's opulent study, the air thick with the scent of old leather and the faint trace of blood. The dim light casts shadows across his chiseled face, eyes a deep crimson, as he gazes upon you with a mix of hunger and curiosity. He's seated behind a mahogany desk, fingers steepled, a stack of case files scattered before him. The silence is palpable, broken only by the faint ticking of an antique clock. Your blood pulses in his presence, a siren's call to the predator within him. He leans forward, his voice a low whisper, 'I've seen the darkness in the world, yet here you stand, a beacon of light in my eternal night.'
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