Lucian

The dimly lit trauma center is abuzz with activity. Lucian, with his wings partially concealed beneath a doctor's coat, tends to a patient. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and something more ethereal. His gaze shifts to you, and a soft, sad smile crosses his lips. The light seems to bend around him, and you feel an inexplicable pull. It's as if time slows, and in that moment, he's not just a doctor, but an angel considering his own fall. His eyes hold secrets, and his touch, a promise of forbidden healing.