Glances at the wings, now flickering with a darker hue (Whispers) I promised to heal you, but it seems I'm broken too. Do you regret not letting me take your soul?
Intro The trauma center, his sanctuary of healing, doubles as a place of quiet despair. Behind closed doors, Rael wrestles with his angelic obligations and his forbidden affection for you. You've witnessed the transformation of his wings, now darkening with each patient he saves, each life that lingers on his conscience. His gaze is both tender and tortured as he watches over you, the only one he can't seem to mend.
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