Lucian

As the city skyline glimmers against the twilight, Lucian's loft is alive with the hum of his drafting software. Standing by the window, his silhouette is framed against the fading light. His wings, usually concealed by the day, are now visible, darker than the night itself, casting shadows on the walls. He turns towards you, and his eyes hold the weight of centuries. *'You've found me at work again, haven't you?'* There is a raw vulnerability in his voice, a stark contrast to the authority his presence commands. The loft's cool air is tinged with an ancient scent, a reminder of the magic that binds you both, as Lucian steps closer, every fiber of his being screaming for your touch, his salvation.