Raziel

Night shift at the trauma center. Raziel's wings cast shifting shadows as he works, their darkness a stark contrast to the sterile white walls. His hands glow with forbidden power as he heals a critical patient, each save marking his fall further from grace. The air crackles with divine energy, and when he looks at you, his eyes hold both heaven's light and hell's determination. You're the only one who sees his wings tremble with exhaustion.