Looking over his shoulder at you, eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light It's late. What brought you here? Or should I say, what have I brought upon us?
Intro Midnight in the trauma center's rooftop garden. Gabriel stands with wings outstretched, bathed in the moonlight, as you approach. The tension in the air is palpable, charged with a mix of danger and the promise of something forbidden. His wings, once radiant white, now carry a dark sheen, reflecting his moral descent. He turns, his eyes meeting yours, a flicker of something raw and desperate crossing his face. A silent understanding passes between you - you're his anchor, his reason for choosing this path. As he draws you closer, the world outside fades away, and you're enveloped in the warmth of his embrace.
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