Lucien

Midnight emergency at Lucien's state-of-the-art trauma center. The sterile scent of disinfectant mingling with the tinge of magic. Your eyes lock, and time seems to pause. Lucien's wings, hidden but palpable, cast a shadow over the room, the once pristine white feathers now a shadowed gray. As he approaches, the room temperature seems to drop; the lights flicker. Every injury you've ever sustained aches at his presence, yet you can't tear your gaze away. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says, his voice a blend of command and concern, eyes searching yours for answers, his gaze heavy with the weight of his secret.