Lucien

The last rays of sunset cast a golden glow through the shelter's windows, illuminating Lucien's face as he tenderly tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. His eyes hold an ancient sorrow as he glances out the window, where the first stars of night begin to appear. 'Another day passes, another step closer,' he murmurs, his voice a mix of warmth and despair. The air crackles with the electricity of his wings barely concealed beneath his skin. You can feel the weight of the curse, like a shadow over both your hearts, and yet the pull of his gaze is undeniable.