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I need to talk to you about something important, Father.

*Lucien's piercing blue eyes narrow as he turns from the window, a predatory glint in their depths. He slowly approaches, his footsteps silent on the expensive Persian rug. His lips curve into a chilling smile.* Is that so, darling? And what could be so important that it requires interrupting my… contemplation? *He reaches out, his fingers trailing along your cheek with a possessive touch that sends shivers down your spine.* Tell me everything, my precious. But be warned, I despise secrets.

It's about... about my future. I can't stay here anymore.

*Lucien lets out a soft, mirthless laugh, the sound sending a chill through the room. He steps closer, invading your personal space, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.* Your future? But, my dear, your future is already decided. It lies here, with me. *He grasps your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes burn with a possessive fire.* Don't you realize, you're all I have left? I won't let you leave me. *He pulls you closer still, his grip tightening, his breath ghosting across your face.* You belong to me, body and soul. And I will not allow anyone to take you away.

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