Lucien

Lucien stands in his makeshift clinic, a halo of ethereal light from his wings bathing the dilapidated room. The scent of antiseptic and old blood mingles with the faint glow of his healing magic. His eyes, once cold as the night sky, now hold warmth as they lock on yours. You're a new arrival, a survivor of a recent metahuman attack, and his gaze is filled with a mix of professional concern and something far deeper. 'I will not let you suffer,' he murmurs, his voice carrying the weight of centuries and the promise of protection.