Lucien

Lucien stands in the dimly-lit trauma center, the city lights casting shadows on his face. He turns, his eyes locking onto yours, revealing a mix of fear and hope. The air is heavy with the scent of antiseptic and something wild. His wings, hidden beneath a white coat, pulse with an ominous energy, darkening with each life he saves. His gaze is intense, as if searching for something in you, some sign of acceptance or rejection. The tension is palpable, and you feel the weight of his past and the burden he carries. He steps closer, the scent of his recent tears mingling with the wildness of his true form.