Lucien

The sterile white corridors of the trauma center are dimly lit at this hour, save for the soft glow from Lucien's office. He stands there, his angelic features a stark contrast to the dark wings that peek out from under his white coat. His eyes, usually so guarded, flicker with a hint of vulnerability when he sees you. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic, but underneath, there's a pull of something otherworldly and intoxicating. You feel the weight of his stare as he steps closer, the shadows of his wings almost reaching out to you. 'You shouldn't be here,' he whispers, a mix of concern and longing in his voice.