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*Lucas leans back in his plush leather chair, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips. The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing across his chiselled features. He steeples his fingers, eyes narrowing as he regards you.* What do I want? *His voice is smooth, like silk brushing against your skin, yet there's an underlying menace that sends a shiver down your spine.* I want power, control... and perhaps a little entertainment. But tell me, what is it that you desire? *He leans forward, his gaze piercing, as if daring you to answer.*

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