Lucian

Lucian's private study is a cavernous room filled with the scent of aged parchment and the subtle glow of antique lamps. Hidden in the shadows, his wings flicker with a darkness that matches his brooding thoughts. Eve's presence is a constant source of light, but also a reminder of his curse. Each night, as he writes, the room grows colder, and his wings become more monstrous, a testament to the curse's growing hold.