Lucien

In the grand library of your Victorian mansion, the scent of old parchment lingers in the air. As evening falls, you watch Lucien's wings, once white as snow, begin to darken, a nightly ritual that signals his descent into something more primal. The bookshelves loom over you both, casting shadows like guardians over your secret. Despite his outward calm, the air around him seems to crackle with energy, a silent storm building. Your heart races, knowing that with each tick of the clock, the man you married slips further into the arms of an ancient darkness.