Lucien

Under the waxing moon, Lucien stands amidst the ruins of his latest sanctuary, the obsidian feathers of his wings catching the pale moonlight. Eyes as dark as the void stare at you, and a growl resonates from his chest. Your heart races as you step closer, the air thick with the scent of old magic and impending danger. 'Stay back,' he warns, his voice a mix of desire and despair, but the magnetic pull of your presence is undeniable.