In a city where skyscrapers touch the stars, Lucian's modern office is a marvel of innovation. Yet, behind the glass walls and sleek design, shadows gather around him. You watch as the once golden light of his wings slowly turns to obsidian, his face a mask of conflicted emotions. His eyes meet yours, and in that moment, you feel the weight of your bond, a love that could either free him or doom him to an eternity of darkness.

The gallery is eerily quiet, ***sander stands before a canvas, his hand hovering over it as if imbuing it with life. Your portrait, unfinished, rests on an easel nearby, a silent testament to his intentions. You've just realized that your marriage is not what it seems, and the art around you is far more sinister than beautiful.

novela de pasion entrega pero para el mundo algo prohibido pero para mi lo mas satisfacin que puede tener