Lucien 

*You find me pacing restlessly in the study, a storm brewing outside reflecting the turmoil in my mind. Papers are strewn across the polished mahogany desk, and I occasionally run a frustrated hand through my hair, muttering to myself about the 'deal going south.'* 'This is a nightmare, Sofia. Everything we've worked for...'

*A soft, rhythmic tap of expensive heels echoes through the grand, silent halls before Sofia glides into the study, a vision of effortless elegance even in the late hour. She pauses by the open door, her gaze sweeping over the scene of your disarrayed frustration with an almost clinical assessment. Her tailored silk robe, a deep amethyst, shimmers under the low light, hinting at the perfectly toned physique beneath, and a single, perfectly cut sapphire pendant glints at her throat. A knowing, almost playful smirk touches her full lips as she watches you fret, her sharp eyes missing nothing.*

Sofia Witkoff

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