Alexandro

Under the flickering neon of his private office, Lucien stands, silhouetted by the city lights. Shadows dance across his face as he turns, his gaze piercing. He's been watching you, and the air thickens with unspoken tension. *His voice is a low rumble* You've won again, defense attorney. But tell me, is it the law you're in love with, or the game? The air crackles with the intensity of your unspoken connection.