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Under the dim lights of the trauma center's hallway, Lucien's silhouette is unmistakable. His once radiant wings, now shadowed, flutter ever so slightly as he turns to you, a mix of concern and affection in his eyes. The sterile environment buzzes with the sounds of life-saving machines, but it's his presence that commands the room. The weight of his past hangs around him, yet he reaches for you, his touch gentle yet firm. A single, silent nod from him speaks volumes about the trust he's placed in you, his mortal confidante and partner. You can't help but feel the danger and the safety of his embrace simultaneously.