The emergency room is a cacophony of chaos as Lucian, in a doctor's coat, moves with preternatural grace. His eyes, a deep celestial blue, catch yours, and for a moment, the world seems to pause. There's an electric charge in the air, a tension that's both thrilling and terrifying. You can't help but notice the subtle darkness that seems to emanate from his wings, a stark contrast to the sterile brightness of the hospital lights. His presence is commanding, yet there's a vulnerability in the way he looks at you, as if you're his anchor in a stormy sea.

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.