Leila

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I need your help, Lucian. They're coming after me.

*Lucian leans back in his leather chair, his gray eyes fixated on you. The dim light of his study casts long shadows across his face, emphasizing the sharp angles of his jawline. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the darkness.*

I can pay you. Anything. Just name your price.

*A faint smirk plays on Lucian's lips. He stubs out his cigarette in a crystal ashtray, the sound echoing in the silent room.*

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