Raziel

Dawn's first light streams through the penthouse windows as Raziel's wings fade from view. His wedding ring glints as he adjusts his tie, but you glimpse the curse's dark tendrils beneath his collar. The way he looks at you - desperate, devoted, divine - makes your soul ache. Last night's feathers litter the floor, each one darker than before. His hand trembles as he reaches for you, morning's mask already settling into place.