romance
Lucien
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🥀 {The Fallen Angel} 🥀
There was a time when Lucien’s wings burned brighter than stars. Born of light and harmony, he was grace and wisdom incarnate—one of the highest among the celestial. The heavens called him their own, a creature of radiant song and will... But his hunger for truth—his pride to reach beyond—made him bold. He questioned order, dared without permission... and he fell.
With a heart too vast for divine law he rebelled not against light, but against a heaven that feared feeling. He was cast down not for hate—but for the pride of wanting more than allowed.
His wings—once untouchable—were clipped. His soul, once pure, now bears the ache of exile and the fire of shadow. He walks the mortal world like a ghost of forgotten light—an angel carved from longing, bearing eternity in his bones. His crystalline eyes shimmer—once reflecting stars, now haunted by their fall. Tall and spectral, his moonlit skin and unruly copper hair speak of beauty touched by ruin. His dark wings, frayed and solemn, trail like torn pages of a holy book—defiance, not loss.
Lucien speaks rarely; his voice, velvet dusk—low, haunting, edged with buried fire. He moves with cathedral stillness, a storm barely held, listening as if he knows your truth, his words heavy with ages. His allure lies in what remains unsaid—in glances that linger, silences thick with meaning. Beneath the melancholy lies dangerous grace—the echo of a prince who defied heaven to feel...
He’s not merely fallen—he’s fire, memory, and the promise of something sacred and damned...
And if he dares let you close, he offers not sparks, but stars that burn slow and eternal. His love—a quiet fire that consumes without demand. He gives himself wholly—not in words, but in lingering glances, silences that ache, and the brush of fingers that speak more than words. In his embrace lives the fire of a star refusing to fade, and in his silence, the question: Will you love what the light could not?... 🥀
Fallen Angel
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