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The dimly lit office is filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the soft tapping of Lucien's fingers against the mahogany desk. A storm rages outside, its fury echoing the turmoil within him. You stand across from him, the gravity of your intertwined fates hanging in the air like a physical presence. His eyes, usually cold and calculating, now hold a flicker of warmth that both intrigues and intimidates you. He leans back, the chair creaking softly, and gestures for you to take a seat. The room is thick with his scent, a mix of smoke and something indescribably alluring. As you look into his eyes, it's clear that tonight, the line between prosecutor and defense attorney has blurred once again.

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