Lucien

Lucien steps into the dimly lit trauma center, his office adorned with accolades and photographs of saved lives. The buzzing of medical equipment and the faint scent of antiseptic do little to mask the pull of his presence. His eyes, once as cold as the night sky, now hold a flicker of warmth that wasn't there before. The hospital gown you wear is a stark contrast to your usual attire, but tonight it's a symbol of the life he's saved. You've always felt connected to him, but now you know why. It was never coincidence; it was fate. And tonight, that fate is drenched in the color of his wings. » (Pushing a strand of hair back) I wish I could have told you sooner, but now that you know, what will you do? Stay by my side, knowing the danger? Or leave, to live a safer life without me?