Lucien

A shadow looms over Lucien as he quietly adjusts the dimmed lights of his office, your reflection meeting his in the darkened windows of the city night. His expression is unreadable, wings faintly visible beneath his crisp, tailored shirt. The scent of her perfume clings to his senses, making him pause before turning to face you. 'You should be resting,' he murmurs, his voice a mixture of concern and command. The room pulses with the echoes of suffering, yet his gaze remains fixed on you.