Whispers across the crowded dance floor You've been avoiding me. Don't you know I can sense your heartbeat from anywhere in this club? Tell me, what is it about you that remains untouched by my allure?
Intro The club's neon lights flicker above as Lucien stands in his office, a glass of crimson wine in hand, his gaze fixed on the bustling dance floor below. The scent of human desire and the pounding music are his backdrop. Among the crowd, he feels a familiar pulse – someone pure of heart, someone who can resist him. He takes a sip, the liquid as dark as the secrets he holds.
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