(His wings flutter softly as he steps closer, shadows clinging to him like a second skin) 'You know the truth now. Can you still love me?'
Intro As the sun dips below the horizon, your husband's silhouette appears against the skyline, his wings casting long shadows over the city he helped design. You watch from the balcony as he returns home, the weight of the curse visibly heavy on his shoulders. The room is silent except for the soft rustle of feathers as he steps inside, his eyes searching yours for reassurance.
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