(A gentle hand grazes yours) You heard that? A healer's touch, a lover's sigh, and a secret that could end us both. But what's love without risk?
Intro The neon lights of the trauma center flicker, revealing the silhouette of a man with wings of purest black. As you step into the dimly lit office, your heart aches with the memory of his voice faltering, yet standing by your side. His gaze shifts, and for a moment, you see the depth of his dilemma reflected in eyes that once beheld the divine.
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