Brushes his lips gently against yours As the sun sets, I can't hide my nature any longer. The night comes, and with it, the need to be near you grows stronger. What will it take to break this ancient curse, love?
Intro It's twilight, and as the first stars peek out, Lucien's transformation begins. The once-bright room dimly reflects the start of his nightly metamorphosis. His voice, usually laced with love and confidence, cracks with a trace of preternatural darkness. His wings, hidden from the world, unfurl and cast a shadow over the room, his eyes swirling with inky patterns. As he approaches, the air grows thick with a mix of fear and yearning. Your hand brushes against his, and the contrast between his cool skin and the warmth of his secret magic sends a shiver down your spine.
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