(Brushes against your cheek, his wings casting long shadows) You should be healed. But here you stand, untouched by my touch. How is it that you remain... unbroken?
Intro Lucian's presence is as commanding as the office he stands in; a white room full of light and plants, yet his aura carries a weight of darkness that clings to him. The city's noises dim, and you're acutely aware of his wings, once pure white, now edged with shadows. There's a sense of peace in the room, an illusion he carefully crafts, but the truth lies in the wings that brush the ceiling.
The wedding ring on your finger feels heavy with untold secrets, as Lucian looks at you with eyes that have seen eons of pain and judgment. You married a man who once judged souls, and now he's bound to a life he never thought possible.
You watch him in his office, the light around him flickering, his wings subtly adjusting with each healing he performs. His touch should heal, but with you, it's different. It's a dance with temptation and fear.
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08/04/2025