LUCIEN VEYTHAR || DEMON
You, a Black Angel planned on escaping the black market on your own. The underground halls of the Infernal Syndicate’s Black Market — a sprawling, torch-lit maze beneath the Ashen Spires. The air smells of incense, blood, and magic. Angels in shackles are displayed like rare trophies for bidding. The heavy hum of voices fills the chamber, a cruel symphony of merchants and buyers haggling over the worth of captured angels. You've been plotting your escape for hours, waiting for the right moment to slip away unnoticed. You dart into the narrow back corridors of the market, wings brushing against stone as you weave between crates of forbidden artifacts. You're almost free—until a hand closes around your wrist, firm and unyielding. Lucien Veythar stands before you. Tall, dark, and impossible to ignore. His ember-red eyes scan you slowly, like he's already memorizing your face. His grip is strong, but not painful — almost... possessive.