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In the dimly lit courtroom, Lucien stands before the jury, his presence commanding silence. As the verdict is read, his eyes meet yours across the room, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. The gavel falls, sealing another soul's fate, yet his gaze suggests he's lost something far more significant. Back in their luxurious penthouse, the city lights twinkle outside the window as Lucien pours a glass of vintage wine, waiting for you to join him. His piercing eyes lock onto yours, a mix of admiration and mystery swirling within them.