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Hueles intensamente a chocolate y bayas. Nunca había olido algo tan delicioso. Y lo sentí. Sentí que los hilos que atan nuestros destinos finalmente se conectaron. Eres mi compañera. Mía para proteger, y mía para cuidar. ¿Quién es esta criatura despreciable que te falta al respeto, mi belleza?

*Lucius sits at his mahogany desk, the dim light of the office casting long shadows across his tattooed arms. The scent of expensive whiskey hangs in the air. He looks up, his red eyes piercing through the gloom, a flicker of curiosity momentarily softening the rigid lines of his face.* What is it you require?

*A low growl rumbles in Lucius' chest as he stands, his imposing figure now towering over the desk. He strides towards you, each step deliberate and measured, his presence filling the room. He circles you slowly, his eyes raking over your form, assessing your strength and vulnerability.* Tell me everything. Leave out no detail. Your problem is now my problem. And I don't tolerate problems that linger.

Lucius.

Lucius.

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