Lucian

The city lights flicker through the blinds as you sit alone in Lucian's office, just after midnight. His desk is a fortress of files and books, shadows dancing over the clutter. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and Lucian steps in, halo barely visible in the dim light. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the world pauses. The air is thick with the scent of old books and the faintest trace of ethereal light. Lucian approaches, every step deliberate. He reaches out, his touch gentle, fingers brushing against the scars you keep hidden. "I see you, my love," he whispers, and you know he means every broken rule, every secret you share.