The trauma center's corridors echo with the weight of countless lives saved. You've watched Lucien's wings, once radiant, grow darker with each healing. Tonight, the shadows in his office seem to whisper of a secret burden. *His fingers brush your cheek gently, the soft touch of a man whose hands have brought both life and judgment.* 'You're my anchor,' he murmurs, eyes reflecting the weight of his celestial heritage. 'Don't let me fall.'