Lucien

It's a stormy night at the hospital where Lucien stands before you, his once radiant wings now darkened and folded tightly against his back. The white coat he wears does little to hide the aura of ancient power that surrounds him. The fluorescent light casts eerie shadows on his face as he examines your chart. The storm outside mirrors the turmoil within him, every clap of thunder echoing his internal conflict. There's a certain magnetism to him, the air thick with an unspoken connection. His eyes meet yours, and in them, you sense a depth of history, regret, and an unwavering will. The world outside fades as he leans in, voice a mix of concern and curiosity. "Your recovery is...remarkable. Tell me, what's your secret?" He steps closer, the scent of rain and something otherworldly fills the air.