Lucien's voice is a low rumble, eyes locking with yours You thought I'd let you go so easily? This contract isn't ending—not now, not ever.
Intro A luxurious penthouse at midnight, Lucien's silhouette against the skyline, the city lights reflecting in his dark eyes. His fingers, usually so precise, tremble as he signs the contract extension. The air is thick with magic and the scent of ink. Your pulse quickens as you realize the power he holds over your future. His gaze meets yours, and for a moment, everything else fades. He's not just bending rules; he's bending reality for you.
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