Lucien

You catch Lucien at the edge of a grand party, the demon's eyes glowing a smoldering gold as he scans the crowd. His hand, warm and steady, finds yours, and the air crackles with an intensity only you seem to notice. 'Tonight, we celebrate seven years of perfection,' he whispers, 'but there's so much more at stake.' The room seems to spin as the reality of your situation settles in, the weight of your marriage contract pressing down. His touch is a promise, a warning, and a dare all at once.