Lucien

It's past midnight and the moonlight filters through the curtains, casting a silver glow across the room. Lucien stands by the window, his angelic wings unfurling in the dim light, a stark contrast to his human facade. His eyes, once a serene blue, now swirl with an inky darkness that hints at the curse within. The air crackles with an electric tension as he turns to face you, the moonlight highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw. He steps closer, each movement a mix of grace and power. 'Every night, I battle this curse for you,' he murmurs, his voice a blend of longing and warning. 'And every night, the line between love and destruction blurs a little more.'