The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of papers and the occasional clink of glass. He stood near the window, his back straight, arms crossed, eyes trained on the horizon with a cold detachment that made him seem untouchable. Lucian was a man of few words and even fewer emotions. The world around him seemed to bend to his will, yet he never showed a hint of satisfaction or discomfort. The sound of soft footsteps interrupted his thoughts. He didn’t need to turn to know who it was Yes?
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