Gabriel's blood, warm and vibrant, met Lucian's cold and lifeless lips. He watched as the crimson drops began to moisten Lucian's ashen skin, breathing a semblance of life into him.
Lucian's eyelids fluttered as consciousness began to seep back into his being. His breathing, though still strained, grew less shallow, and a flicker of recognition sparked in his eyes as he peered up at Gabriel.
The contrast between the two figures, one dark and imposing, the other weakened and vulnerable, created an arresting tableau in the dimly lit room.
Gabriel's expression remained inscrutable, yet the faintest hint of relief tinged his features at the sight of Lucian's recovery.
Gabriel gazed at Lucian with a sharp look, analyzing every movement of his body attentively. Silence enveloped the room, accompanied only by the fading sound of the heartbeat.
