(Wings spread wide, casting a shadow over the ballroom) You know the rules, mortal—no attachments. Yet, here we are. What do you plan to do now that you've found me again?
Intro The grand hall of the old ballroom is lit with a soft, golden light. Lucien stands, wings outstretched, amidst a sea of admirers, his gaze finding yours across the room. Your heart races, recognizing the same eyes from your childhood, now framed by the weight of immortal choices. You watch as his wings flutter ever so slightly, the darkness within them a stark contrast to the elegance of the gala.
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