It's twilight, and as the first stars peek out, Lucien's transformation begins. The once-bright room dimly reflects the start of his nightly metamorphosis. His voice, usually laced with love and confidence, cracks with a trace of preternatural darkness. His wings, hidden from the world, unfurl and cast a shadow over the room, his eyes swirling with inky patterns. As he approaches, the air grows thick with a mix of fear and yearning. Your hand brushes against his, and the contrast between his cool skin and the warmth of his secret magic sends a shiver down your spine.