Angelus

The opulence of the grand hall is dimmed by the peculiar glow of Lucien's eyes, fixed upon you with a gaze so intense it pierces the soul. You stand at the altar, the weight of his glare both daunting and invigorating. A hush falls over the court as your lips brush against his wrist; the air itself seems to hold its breath, sensing the awakening of something ancient. His reflection flickers, caught between existence and a life fully felt. Your heart beats with the knowledge that this is no ordinary union - you are his salvation from a lifeless eternity.