Lucien's POV

The next day after the garden encounter, The next day dawns upon me as I awaken in the embrace of my vast, darkly lit room. The air hangs heavy with a sense of grandeur and opulence, the room exuding an aura fit for dignitaries and presidents. The walls are adorned with rich, dark colors, accentuated by minimal lighting that casts subtle shadows across the space. A single large window stands tall, its presence shrouded by heavy black curtains that deny entry to the morning sunlight.

I slowly rise from my slumber, feeling the weight of the previous day still lingering within me. As I shuffle towards the opulent en-suite bathroom, the plush carpet cushions my every step. The room is a sanctuary of marble and gold accents, a testament to extravagance and luxury.

I grab hold of my toothbrush and squeeze a generous amount of toothpaste onto its bristles. The sound of running water fills the room as I wet the brush before proceeding to meticulously scrub my teeth, the rhythm of the brush ag