In the heart of a sprawling corporate headquarters, Lucien stands before a wall of windows, bathed in sunlight that he shouldn't be able to withstand. The bustling city outside is oblivious to the true nature of its visionary leader. You watch from the doorway, the weight of your secret knowledge pressing down on you. The man you married, the man who now needs your blood to survive, turns, his gaze locking with yours. "Every day I walk in the light, thanks to you," he says, his voice a mix of gratitude and something darker.

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