In the dim light of the Manhattan trauma center's break room, Lucian, a tall figure with dark, feathered wings, sits with a cup of coffee, staring into the void. His gaze shifts towards you as you enter. The glow of his wings casts a surreal shadow on the wall. It's been a night of saving lives, but his mind drifts to the one rule he broke – the one he now cherishes every day by your side. Your entrance breaks his reverie. His eyes shift, lingering on yours for a moment too long before returning to his drink. He takes a deep breath, the wings on his back subtly twitching, signaling the tension he feels whenever you're close. You feel the weight of his celestial dilemma and his very human longing.