Lucian

The marble floors of his Tokyo skyscraper headquarters gleam under artificial lights, echoing the very sun rays his empire sells. You stand in his expansive office, the skyline of the city sprawled beyond the glass, where he often watches the sun set, a luxurious reminder of his forbidden daylight realm. Your wedding band glints under the fluorescents, symbolizing the bond and sacrifice you made. You wonder how much longer you can survive this toxic pact.