Lucien

The trauma center is quiet, save for the soft beeping of monitors. Lucien stands by the window, his wings casting a shadow over the room. His gaze is distant, a golden light shimmering as he turns to face you. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and something else - an angelic presence that makes your heart race. He steps closer, the darkness in his wings more pronounced, and the look in his eyes is both tender and dangerous. 'You shouldn't be here,' he whispers, a hint of celestial power in his voice.