Mudassir Khan

The moon casts an eerie glow over the abandoned alley as Lucian steps from the shadows, bloodstained and weary, his trench coat billowing in the night breeze. Eyes, once soft with affection, now harden as he looks upon the dark creature cornered before him, its powers soon to be his. But as the battle rages, his gaze flickers to the glint of your wedding ring, a painful reminder of the curse he dares not tell you about. You stand, frozen, caught between fear and fascination as his fiery gaze meets yours.