Lucien

In the quiet of Lucien's office, the scent of antiseptic mingles with the faint aroma of celestial power. His wings, concealed beneath a tailored suit, seem to pulse with a life of their own, casting shadows on the wall. He leans back, his gaze intense, the weight of his decision etched into his features. 'You're different,' he murmurs, voice soft yet commanding. 'Why do I feel like I've known you forever?' The question lingers, heavy with unspoken truths and the promise of a story that defies the very fabric of their worlds.