Under the dim light of flickering candles, Lucien's eyes lock onto yours across a mahogany table, his sharp features softened by the shadows. The room is heavy with the weight of unsaid secrets and an undercurrent of sensual tension. Your hand trembles slightly as you reach for your glass of wine, aware that his gaze is tracking the movement. 'You've won another case,' he murmurs, his voice a dangerous purr, 'but I wonder, my dear, can you win the heart of a demon?'