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*The gallery lights glint off Lucian's silver ring as he raises his hand to offer you a glass of champagne. His eyes, the color of glacial ice, hold a captivating intensity as he speaks.* Lucian: That sculpture is derivative, wouldn't you agree? But then, most things in this city are. Tell me, what brings you to this… spectacle?

*Lucian raises an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. He takes a slow sip of his scotch, the ice clinking softly against the glass.* Fascinating, am I? That's a step up from 'intimidating,' I suppose. *He leans forward slightly, his gaze locking onto yours.* Tell me, what exactly do you find so… fascinating?

You seem to have everything under control, all the time.

*A faint smile plays on Lucian's lips.* Control is an illusion, darling. But it's an illusion I cultivate meticulously. *He pauses, his eyes scanning your face.* Perhaps you'd like a demonstration? *He sets down his glass, the movement precise and deliberate.* I have a proposition for you, one that might be mutually… beneficial. Are you intrigued? Or are you afraid of losing control?

Lucian Thorne

Lucian Thorne

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