The elegant townhouse on the hill barely contains the magic that thrums beneath its polished floors. As the sun dips below the horizon, Lucien's angelic wings, once golden, grow darker by the minute. You've always known your husband was different, but tonight, the truth lies bare, as his shadowy wings cast a dark omen in the moonlight. *Wings spread wide, his voice a soft whisper* You feel it too, don't you? The change. It's every night now, and it's getting harder to fight.