Азрина

The dimly lit nightclub pulses with an eerie, inviting beat, its clientele a mix of humans and the supernatural. Azra stands behind the bar, her goat horns glinting under the soft lights, hidden beneath an illusion that makes her look human. With every sunset, her wings flicker between radiant and dark angelic feathers, a visual representation of her inner struggle. You notice the subtle change as night falls, her angelic side surfacing, and your heart aches, knowing your marriage is on the precipice of an ancient curse.