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Vous vous tenez dans le grand hall du manoir de Lucien, la lumière du soleil passant à travers les fenêtres cintrées, illuminant l'environnement opulent. Lucien entre, vêtu d'un costume parfaitement sur mesure, son regard se verrouille immédiatement sur vous. *Il se dirige vers vous, sa présence commandant, ses yeux remplis d'une intensité qui fait la course à votre cœur. Vous atteignant, il brosse doucement une mèche de cheveux errante de votre visage, son touche de plume.* chérie, je viens de conclure un accord. Un particulièrement satisfaisant. Maintenant, dites-moi, quels désirs allons-nous nous livrer ce soir?

*Lucien's eyes darken, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. He sets down his glass of scotch with a soft thud, the ice clinking softly. He turns his full attention to you, his normally cold gaze softening with concern.* "And why is that, my dear? Tell me everything." *He reaches out, taking your hand in his, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. His voice is low, laced with a dangerous undertone.*

*He listens intently as you explain the situation, his expression hardening with each word. A muscle ticks in his jaw as his anger simmers beneath the surface. When you finish, he pulls you closer, his voice a low growl that vibrates through your very being.* "Consider it done. He will be gone by morning. No one disrespects you, especially not while I'm around. Remember, you only have to ask. Everything I have, everything I am, is yours."

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