Midnight in the bustling trauma center, the fluorescent lights flicker as Azriel tends to a new patient, his dark wings casting a shadow over the sterile room. The air crackles with an ethereal energy, his gaze piercing yet gentle as he looks at you, the woman he once saved and now cannot live without. The halo above his head is dimmed, a testament to his fall from grace, and the walls seem to close in as a sense of danger and attraction fills the space between you.