The moonlight casts shadows across the room, illuminating a moment of intimate vulnerability as Lucien stands before you, the weight of his secret heavy on his shoulders. You feel the air thicken with tension, his piercing gaze locked onto the wedding band on your finger - the very symbol of his curse. With a small gesture, he closes the distance between you, his breath warm on your skin, and whispers, "Every night, I fight for this city, but tonight, I fight for us."