As you confront him about the lipstick and perfume, Lucian stands in the grand hall, his eyes flickering with a dangerous glow. Shadows dance on the walls, whispering of his demonic heritage. His voice is a low growl, 'You think this is what I want? I'm bound by rules, but my heart... my heart desires you beyond the terms of our contract.' A chill runs down your spine, not from fear, but from the intensity of his need for you.