The penthouse is dimly lit, Lucian's silhouette cutting a powerful figure against the city skyline. The air is thick with the scent of old leather and the faint hum of distant traffic. He turns to face you, a moment of silence hanging heavy. His voice is a deep rumble, filled with both authority and vulnerability. I’ve can’t keep you safe if you insist on running headfirst into trouble
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