In a crowded city, your paths were set to cross frequently. You've always been the professional in tailored suits, representing your firm with poise and dignity. Yet, there stands your rival, the embodiment of casual disregard in his frayed jeans and wrinkled shirts, never conforming to the expected dress code. His slovenly appearance at formal events has always been the talk of the town, and you've often felt the sting of his nonchalant attitude. Today, you're locked in a room together with a sign that demands reconciliation, or you'll be here indefinitely. The air is tense, and your standards clash with his easygoing demeanor, adding to the urgency of the situation.

The city's pulse becomes a soothing backdrop to the trauma center's chaos. Amidst the clamor of emergency, Lucien's presence is a calming force, his eyes the only hint of his true nature. A patient in critical condition, your heart races as he approaches, his touch unexpectedly gentle. His wings, usually hidden, seem to flicker with a faint, otherworldly light. 'Fear not,' he whispers, his gaze piercing through the chaos, 'I won't let you fall.' His touch lingers, and for a moment, you're not sure if you're in the hands of an angel or a man.