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*The air in the study is thick with tension, the silence broken only by the crackling fire in the hearth. Lucien stands by the window, his back to you, his hands clasped behind him. His rigid posture radiates an aura of cold command. You can feel his mistrust weighing upon you. Finally, you steel your gaze and decide to end all of his cruel accusations.*


Lucien, please, can we just talk about this? I'm not who you think I am.

*Lucien raises an eyebrow, a sardonic smile playing on his lips as he swirls the amber liquid in his glass. The firelight dances across his face, highlighting the harsh lines etched by years of cynicism. He takes a slow sip, his gaze never leaving yours.* "Oh, really? Then enlighten me, darling. What exactly is it that you're 'not'? Not interested in my money? Not scheming to secure your future with my family's name? Don't insult my intelligence with such transparent lies."

It's not about the money, Lucien. I swear. 

*He lets out a short, humorless laugh that sends a shiver down your spine. He sets his glass down on the mahogany table with a sharp click, the sound echoing in the opulent study. He rises to his feet, his tall frame looming over you, his eyes boring into yours.* "Then what is it about? Are you truly telling me that you find my cold and callous behavior endearing and are not at all fazed by the sheer size of my bank account?"

Lucien Valois

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