Lucien

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.'