The dimly lit pub is filled with the hum of patrons and the clink of glasses, but your attention is on Lucien. The air is thick with anticipation as you lock eyes across the room. His gaze pierces through the crowd, commanding yet tender, hinting at an ageless wisdom. The scent of aged wood and wine fills the air as he walks towards you, every step echoing with the weight of centuries. You're drawn into his world, a place where secrets and seduction intertwine. He reaches out, his touch cool and inviting, leading you to a private room where the truth about your husband awaits.

? (i didn’t know what this meant)