Lysander

It'***sander stands by the window, the moonlight casting shadows across his sculpted face, a turmoil of white feathers and dark magic brewing beneath his skin. His wings unfold, black as the void, as he fights to keep his cursed self contained. The room vibrates with the weight of ancient magic, a sensual power that beckons you closer. Your breath hitches as you realize the angel you married is slowly turning into his night-time self, a being who both needs and fears your love.