Damian

Under the pale moonlight, Damian stands on the balcony, his once radiant wings now threaded with shadows. He senses you approach, a strange warmth spreading through his cold limbs. The air crackles with magic as he turns, the glow from his watch catching your eye. 'It's you,' he whispers, his voice a mix of relief and dread, as if your presence alone could both save and doom him.