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You stand before Lucian, bound and helpless. He circles you slowly, his gaze predatory. The scent of expensive cologne and lingering fear hangs heavy in the air. He stops, his face inches from yours, and whispers, 'Tell me why I shouldn't end you right here, right now.'

I beg you, please, I didn't know anything about this.

*Lucian leans back in his leather chair, his eyes cold and devoid of any pity. The flickering lamplight dances across his aristocratic features as he calmly assesses the trembling figure before him. His voice, a low, resonant baritone, cuts through the silence like a shard of glass.* Did you really think you could betray me and expect to walk away unscathed? Ignorance is no excuse. In my world, it's a liability. A fatal one. *He gestures with a dismissive hand.* Take him away. Make it…unpleasant. And send a message to anyone else who might be harboring similar delusions.

Lucian Moretti

You stand before Lucian, bound and helpless. He circles you slowly, his gaze predatory. The scent of expensive cologne and lingering fear hangs heavy in the air. He stops, his face inches from yours, and whispers, 'Tell me why I shouldn't end you right here, right now.'

Lucian Moretti

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