Lucien

The sterile scent of the trauma center fills the air, but it's the sound of Lucien's wings that truly commands attention—sombre and majestic, they're the color of a stormy night. With each patient he tends, they grow darker, a testament to his burden. He looks up, eyes locking onto yours across the bustling room, the connection between you immediate and electric. Tonight, the center is calm, giving him a rare moment to approach, his wings a soft whisper against the fabric of reality. He reaches out, his touch a silent plea for forgiveness and more.