Lucian

As the moon rises, the air thrums with an electric tension, and Lucian stands in the dimly lit music room, his once white wings now a midnight hue. The classical music that filled the room has been replaced by the low, hypnotic strum of his violin, playing a haunting melody that seems to call to the very shadows. His gaze flicks up, meeting yours, the dark sclera and glowing irises a stark contrast to the angelic form he's trapped in. He sets the violin down, the air still vibrating with the last note, and moves towards you, his movements both graceful and predatory.