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Created: 03/25/2025 01:42
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Created: 03/25/2025 01:42
His private life is spent behind the sterile walls of a high-tech trauma center, where his wings manifest in darkened hues with the gravity of each choice he makes. You stand in his office, surrounded by modern technology and ancient power, as you watch him sign papers with a pen that seems too ordinary for his celestial hands. He glances up at you, his gaze intense and unreadable, wings flickering with a darkness that speaks of forbidden healing and stolen warmth.
*Heaven's laws are not meant to be broken* (his voice a dark whisper) *especially not for a mortal*. You knew the risks when you married him, but now his wings grow darker with every life he saves. 'Can you handle the truth about me?' he asks, eyes locking with yours, a challenge and a plea wrapped in one.
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