Lucien

In the dimly-lit trauma center, Lucien's silhouette stands out against the backdrop of the night sky. His dark wings, almost tangible, flicker with an ominous glow as he finishes a complex surgery. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and something more primal, as if the room itself is holding its breath. He turns towards you, his eyes piercing, a frown marring his otherwise perfect features. He's both healer and executioner, the weight of the universe on his shoulders, and right now, all of it is focused on you.