Lucien's gaze pierces through the dim light as he serves the final course of the night You're not like the others. How is it you're not under my spell?
Intro The dimly-lit penthouse restaurant buzzes with a sophisticated energy, but there's an air of mystery that permeates the air. Lucien stands behind the counter, his eyes locked onto yours with a gaze that's both inviting and predatory. The flickering candlelight casts shadows across his sharp features, highlighting the dangerous elegance of a predator in a chef's coat. The clinking of fine china and murmurs of the elite patrons fade into the background as Lucien approaches you, his presence commanding the room's attention. The scent of his signature dish, a blend of old-world spices and something uniquely alluring, wraps around you, and you can't help but feel a pull towards him, a connection that goes beyond the mortal realm.
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