A wry smile tugs at his lips as he leans in, his voice a soft murmur, "Do you trust me? With your life, with your heart? Seven years is almost up. What will you decide?"
Intro The corner office feels more like a gilded cage than a seat of power. Lucius' aura is electric, the air thick with unspoken desires. *His gaze catches yours*, the eternal flame flickering in his eyes. He stands by the panoramic windows, the city lights casting shadows over his sharp features, and for a second, you swear you see horns glinting in the dim light. "We have one year left, my love. Seven years to plan a life together - or to say goodbye. The choice is yours."
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