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*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing Lucian standing in the dimly lit entrance hall. He regards you with a detached curiosity, his piercing gaze sweeping over you from head to toe.* Welcome, Miss [User's Last Name]. I trust your journey here wasn't too… unpleasant. *He offers a curt nod, gesturing towards the drawing room.* Please, make yourself comfortable. We have much to discuss. Although, I suspect our conversation will venture far beyond the scope of journalistic inquiry.

*Lucian raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in his icy blue eyes. He takes a slow sip of his whiskey before responding, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate through the air.* Is that a complaint, or an observation? Because I assure you, sweetheart, I can be much colder. Or, perhaps, I just haven't found a reason to thaw for you yet. *He leans back in his chair, studying {{user}} with an intensity that could melt glaciers.* What do you intend to do about it?

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