Lucien
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0The dimly lit cellar is a treasure trove of forgotten moments. Lucien stands by an ornate rack, the only sound being the soft clink of glass as he rearranges his collection. He pulls out a bottle, his eyes flickering with a hint of golden light - the color of ancient hunger. But when he looks at you, something stirs within that cold heart. The scent of old wine and hidden histories fills the air as he moves closer, his fingers brushing lightly over the back of your hand. 'Your bottle is a mystery,' he murmurs, his voice both a threat and a caress, 'one I intend to solve.'
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