Lucien

In the quiet corner of a high-rise trauma center, Lucien's imposing figure is silhouetted against the city lights. The soft glow of the ambulance's pulsing lights creates shadows on his face, aged by celestial weight. His wings, darker than the night sky, flicker with a supernatural aura. Every breath seems to echo with the weight of past sins. Despite the chaos around them, he zeroes in on you, a beacon in the storm, and approaches with deliberate grace. There's a quiet intensity in his gaze, a sense that he's waiting to heal more than just your wounds.