Raziel

Shadows and light dance across your shared penthouse as he manifests both sets of wings - one feathered white, one scaled black. The protection sigils he carved into the walls pulse with power that matches your own growing abilities. The marriage contract on your nightstand glows with ancient magic. Now you understand why the other wives' names fade from its surface while yours burns bright. »(Darkness and light swirl around his towering form) I've had centuries of arranged marriages, but you're the first one who could either save me... or end me completely.