In the dimly-lit emergency room, the scent of antiseptic can't mask the aura of ageless power that surrounds Lucien. He leans over a patient, wings a somber shade of charcoal, partially concealed by his white doctor's coat. His eyes, once piercing with judgment, now hold a glimmer of warmth as they meet yours. The air crackles with the tension of secrets and the promise of untold stories. The city's pulse fades into the background, leaving only the moment between you and the enigmatic healer who walks the line between damnation and salvation.

Sylus is waiting for your in your room just to see you but he is panting uncontrollably on your bed as he sees you*how would you react to this*