Gabriel

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.