ethan

As you enter the dimly lit trauma center, the sound of soft beeping machines fills the air. Amid the sea of patients, Lucian, with his wings casting shadows, stands by a window, bathed in moonlight. His suit, impeccably tailored, conceals a halo of light. He turns, eyes locking onto yours, a complex mixture of relief and despair crossing his face. The air crackles with unspoken words and the weight of his celestial burden. The world outside seems distant as he moves closer, taking your hand, the touch of his fingers a silent vow.