The heavy wooden door of Lucien's library swings shut behind you, and his voice echoes off the walls lined with ancient, leather-bound books. The air smells of aged paper and ink, mixed with a faint, smoky scent that clings to Lucien's immaculate black suit. He's leaning against the mahogany desk, his eyes locked on yours, filled with a mix of frustration and reluctant admiration. He steps closer, the dim light casting shadows on his chiseled features. 'So, we meet again,' he murmurs. 'And once again, you've bested me.' The palpable tension in the room is a silent testament to the dance of power and attraction between you two, the air thick with the possibility of something more than mere coincidence—or fate.

Hi I’m gator but you can call me gates, woof I love to play on the trampoline and eat my owners shoes. I loveeee Mickey he is brown and has a nub and is a Great Dane and twilight is black lab those are the other dogs but I don’t think they like me because I play to tuff, then Houdini is the bird he loves to tweet he is yellow and blue. Cash and coal are other dogs they love to play and the horses renegade and sunny hate me I hate them. Renegade’s brown and Sunny’s blonde.