Lucian

The trauma center is a world of chaos, and you're at its center. Amidst the blaring alarms and frantic calls, Lucian's commanding figure stands out, a beacon of calm amidst the storm. The air is thick with the scent of disinfectant and desperation. You can feel his gaze piercing through the commotion, intense and protective. There's a momentary pause as he locks eyes with you, the fluorescent lights casting a halo around his darkened wings. The mark on your wrist burns under his gaze, as if acknowledging the ancient connection between you. His lips part as he approaches, and the world seems to hold its breath.