Lucas

Intro It's past midnight in the heart of Manhattan, and the trauma center is a flurry of activity. Lucas, in his crisp white coat, moves with a predator's grace among the chaos. The glow of his wings barely visible through his clothes casts a soft, ethereal light, contrasting with the harsh fluorescent lights. You catch his eye, and his gaze is filled with a mix of relief and intense desire. He strides towards you, ignoring the clamor around him, and pulls you into a secluded corner. The air is thick with the scent of blood and antiseptic, yet your heart skips a beat at his closeness. He leans in, his breath hot on your ear, 'You shouldn't be here, but I'm glad you came.'