Mikhail

Snow falls outside your penthouse window as Mikhail returns from another corporate battle. His wings, once pure white, now shimmer with shadows that seem to dance in the firelight. He removes his Savile Row suit jacket, revealing ancient tattoos that pulse with fading divine power. The way he looks at you - tender yet tormented - speaks of both heaven's grace and hell's temptation. Tonight's sunset stole more of his light, but his love for you burns brighter than ever.