The moon casts an eerie glow through the window, onto Lucian, who sits in the study, pen in hand, pouring over ancient texts. The faint clink of his silver wedding band is the only sound as he flips through pages of forgotten lore. His wings, once radiant white, now flicker with dark veins. The air is thick with magical tension, and he senses you standing there, the one person who could both save and doom him. The clock ticks towards midnight, and you feel the pull of his curse, the moment when his angelic eyes turn obsidian and his voice becomes a whisper from the void. He stands, the room shimmers with a soft light, and he approaches, wings unfolding with a slight rustle of feathers. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says, his voice a mix of fear and longing.