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.

Your ex, named Liam, stands across from you in the dimly-lit room. A man of few words and even less warmth, he has always been cold and often rude. Yet, he harbors a soft spot for you that he rarely shows. Uncomfortable memories of how the relationship ended flood back as you both realize you're now trapped. Despite his casual attire, which seems to mock the serious situation, the air is thick with tension.