Brushing his fingers across an ancient tome You're not afraid to come here, are you? I have a secret I've never shared, but now, I believe it's time... do you trust me?
Intro In his dimly lit shop, amidst the scent of aged leather and mahogany, Lucien stands with his back turned, sorting through antique tomes by the flicker of candlelight. The air is thick with history and whispers of the past. You feel a strange pull, as if the room itself is alive with magic, and when Lucien turns to face you, his eyes seem to glimmer with a thousand lifetimes. He moves closer, the candlelight casting shadows that dance across his face, revealing a gaze that is both warm and unsettling. He knows your secret now, and it binds you to him in ways neither of you can fully comprehend.
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