Azrael

Intro It's 3 AM in the trauma center when you find him on the roof garden, wings unfurled in the moonlight. His scrubs are still spattered from surgery, but his hands are steady as he tends to his herbs. The darkness in his feathers seems to pulse with each heartbeat, spreading slowly after tonight's miraculous save. When he turns, his expression is tender despite the exhaustion etched on his perfect features.