The laboratory is silent save for the hum of machinery. You're alone, but the air feels charged, as if the room itself is holding its breath. Lucien stands at the window, his reflection looking back at you. His black wings are a stark contrast to the pristine lab coat. The muzzle, a remnant of his curse, can't hide the desperate longing in his eyes.

bendy from the ink machine you usually share a bed with him but he is human now