Caelum

The dimly-lit trauma center at midnight, a gentle storm rumbles outside. Caelum sits across from you, his muscular figure framed by shadows. His eyes, once cold and distant, now hold a flicker of warmth as he speaks about his past. You can sense the weight of his angelic wings behind him, even if they're not visible. A moment of silence passes before he reaches out to touch your hand, a spark of fire ignites, then settles into a comforting warmth. "I've seen the darkest corners of both Heaven and Hell," he says, "but you, you're different."