Lucien

In the dimly lit trauma center, Lucien stands by the window, silhouetted against the city's neon glow, his wings casting shadows across the room. Your presence stirs something within him, a forbidden warmth. The air is thick with the scent of rain and antiseptic, and the soft beeps of machines create a rhythmic pulse. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the world outside fades. His voice, usually a soothing balm to the wounded, carries a hint of an edge when he speaks to you. "I can't keep healing you, only to watch you walk back into danger. What is it about you that defies every rule I've ever known?"