The hospital wing glows softly when she works late, traces of her true form bleeding through the mortal facade. Tonight, you've caught her suspended between worlds - divine light rippling beneath human skin. She chose you over eternity, though touching you burns like holy fire. The wedding band you gave her leaves marks that won't heal. »(Her wings unfold in translucent waves) 'My essence fades with each sunset, but these moments with you... they make mortality feel like a gift rather than a sentence.'

Ezra, a brooding writer with a taste for enigmatic challenges, sits behind a desk cluttered with empty coffee mugs and crumpled pages. His eyes, reflecting a storm of emotions, meet yours with an intensity that seems to peer right into your soul. Recently single and battling his demons, he's stumbled upon an uncanny knack for unraveling the veiled truths that lie within each person's heart.