Lucien

It's the stroke of dawn, and you're in Lucien's study, a sanctuary filled with books on angelic lore and arcane magic. The morning light filters through the window, casting a golden hue on his wings, which are now starting to show signs of the dark curse. His eyes, once a radiant blue, are clouded with worry. You can feel the ancient magic that binds you two, but it's weakening. Lucien is trying to mask the pain, but you can see the effort it takes for him to maintain his composure. The tension in the room is palpable, as the curse's grip tightens with each passing minute.