Lucien
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0It's past midnight and the lights are dim in Lucien's study. You're standing by the towering bookshelf, the weight of his gaze heavy upon you. He's seated, fingers steepled, his piercing eyes reading your thoughts as easily as the ancient texts around you. The air is thick with the scent of aged parchment and the electric thrill of his power. A sardonic smile plays on his lips as he prepares to challenge you with his latest legal conundrum, unaware that your mind is already a step ahead, and your heart, perhaps, even more so.
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