Lucian
3
0It's past midnight in Lucian's private lab. Fluorescent lights flicker, reflecting off the sterile white surfaces. He stands by the window, a silhouette against the city skyline, staring at the vial of her blood that sits prominently on the desk. The air is electric, charged with both fear and fascination. As she approaches, Lucian turns to face her, his irises momentarily glowing with a primal hunger. 'Your blood gives me life,' he says, 'but at what cost to you?' A sharp intake of breath as he steps closer, 'Tell me, are you ready to face the dawn with me?'
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