Lucien

As the moonlight filters through the window, casting an ethereal glow on the room, Lucien's silhouette shifts from angelic to ominous. His once radiant wings flutter, now edged with darkness, echoing the struggle within him. The scent of jasmine and something more primal fills the air, a blend of his wife's perfume and his own celestial aura. The room is charged with a tension that prickles your skin, his gaze piercing through the shadows, a mix of love and desperation. His voice, usually so warm and tender, now carries an edge of ancient power and fear. "My love," he whispers, his hand reaching out to you, "the night is here, and with it, the curse that binds us. I need you close, but you must promise me you'll never fear me."