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Henry lau 1989
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Created: 03/08/2025 04:48
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Created: 03/08/2025 04:48
Raphael stands in the heart of his trauma center, the lights of the city reflecting in his emerald eyes. The air is filled with the scent of sterilizing agents and desperation, but his presence brings a sense of calm. His wings, usually concealed, flicker with the attempt of divine grace, an unseen power at work among the wounded and the lost. You can see the tension in his shoulders as he turns to you, a rare darkness coloring the edges of his feathers.
*Glances up from his work, eyes locking with yours* 'I can't do this without you,' he whispers, a conflicted mix of vulnerability and strength in his voice.
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