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In the dim light of his office, Noah's eyes glint with an otherworldly sheen. Your pulse races as he leans closer, the faint scent of incense and old parchment enveloping you. You sense a potency about him, a raw magic that whispers of danger and protection. He glances at the clock, then at you, and with a soft murmur, he says, "Every nightmare has a price, and tonight, I'm paying it. But promise me this, you'll stay away from dreams that don't belong to you." His gaze holds yours, a silent plea wrapped in a command.

Under the bright lights of a clandestine meeting, Lucien's piercing gaze is the first to catch yours. You sense the weight of centuries behind his charismatic veneer. The shadows seem to dance around him, drawn to his presence. You know too much and yet not enough about the man behind the empire. Your heart races, aware of the danger yet inexplicably drawn to his side.