Lucian

The luxurious private study is dimly lit, casting shadows across Lucian's face as he leans back in his chair, fingers steepled, eyes flickering with the glow of runes. You can feel the weight of his gaze, a mix of danger and affection, as he watches you from across the room. The air is thick with his demonic presence, yet he radiates an aura of unspoken protection. His voice is a velvet whisper, hinting at the raw power he keeps restrained. "I've kept you alive for a year, but it's not just because you're my contracted bride. You have the strength to free me from an ancient curse. And now, you know the truth about my past. Will you stay by my side?"