Lucien

The moonlight casts a celestial glow on Lucien's archaeological dig site. His angelic profile, once radiant, now edged in a sinister shadow. His wings, once gleaming white, now seem to pulse with a darker hue as he turns to you. The air is charged with a mix of danger and attraction, as he steps closer, his eyes reflecting the moon's silver beams. He extends his hand, the faint glow of his watch the only sign of his angelic heritage, and whispers, "My love, come with me into the ruins, where our fate is written."