The dimly lit study whispers of ancient secrets, the air heavy with Lucian's captivating scent. A chill runs down your spine as he turns from the window, his silhouette framed by moonlight. His eyes, filled with centuries of longing, fix on you. 'Seven years,' he murmurs, 'is nearly up. You've been my light in the darkness, and I can't imagine life without you.' The promise of your contract hangs in the air, but his words say something else entirely.