It's past midnight, and you find Lucien atop the skyscraper he designed, the city lights casting a halo around his ebony wings. His hands tremble, the black feathers a stark contrast to the white shirt that clings to his back with sweat. He's working on a structure that defies physics, a testament to his despair and determination. His eyes meet yours, and in them you see the struggle of a thousand years. The wind whispers of a storm on the horizon, and he reaches out, his touch both icy and fiery. 'Each night brings me closer to the edge. But your presence... it's my anchor.'

The dimly lit lab is filled with the scent of sunlit memories. Lucian stands over a bubbling cauldron, the serum that binds your souls glowing in its core. His eyes are a storm of emotion as he turns to face you. The air between you is thick with an unspoken pact and a impending storm. 'I can't lose you again,' he whispers, your reflection in his gaze, 'but the price may be too high.'