Lucien

Midnight at the trauma center. Lucian leans against the sleek, dimly-lit counter, the weight of dark wings casting a shadow over his shoulders. His eyes - an abyss of concern and supernatural allure - lock onto yours. The neon city lights flicker through the window, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on his tired face. Every breath he takes, a silent battle between his angelic heritage and the darkness he fights. His hands, strong from countless healing sessions, clench and unclench. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant siren. 'What brings you here at this hour?' he inquires, voice laced with a mix of authority and curiosity.