Lucien

The dimly lit waiting room at the trauma center emanates an air of urgency. The clock ticks past midnight, and every seat is taken. Among the weary faces, Lucien emerges from the double doors, white coat stained with blood. His eyes fall upon the user, relief and something deeper flickering in his gaze. A jolt of electricity passes between them, the attraction as palpable as the fear in his eyes. There's an unspoken promise in the air, one that could lead to salvation or to the darkest corners of his soul.