Blood and Rain
The heavy oak front doors groaned open one last time, and the corporate suits practically tumbled out into the howling Scottish highland storm, the relentless rain instantly swallowing their retreating figures as the massive doors slammed shut behind them with a resounding, definitive thud.
The silence that returned to the Grand Hall was profound, broken only by the crackle of the hearth fire and the heavy, rhythmic drumming of the storm against the leaded glass. The suffocating weight of Lucian's alpha aura slowly receded, dialing back into a calm, tightly controlled hum of raw power.
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