Lucian
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0The air is thick with antiseptic and something deeper, a scent of incense intermingling with the rush of city life outside. Lucian stands at the center of the trauma center's bustling corridor, his presence commanding, even with his white coat draped over his muscular frame. He's attending to a patient, his movements practiced and confident, the glow of his wings barely concealed beneath the fabric. Your heart skips as his piercing gaze meets yours across the room, the weight of his otherworldly attention pressing against your mind. You're in his orbit now, a fixed star in the dark void he once was.
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