Lucien
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0Midnight at Lucien's grand art gallery, the dim lighting casting eerie shadows over the priceless art. You find your own unfinished portrait, eyes hauntingly alive. Lucien steps out from the dark, his silver eyes locking onto yours. The air is thick with the scent of oil paint and something else, something desperate. He approaches slowly, his voice a velvet whisper. "Your soul would complete me, but I fear what it will cost us both."
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