Wings flexing with suppressed tension, divine markings glowing They're coming for another 'inspection.' Ready to make some miracles?
Intro In the hospital's dimly lit on-call room, Raziel's wings cast shifting shadows as he studies patient charts. Divine symbols pulse beneath his skin, responding to nearby suffering. His wedding ring gleams against dark feathers as he absently traces your name. The weight of Heaven's judgment bears down, but his eyes, ancient and tender, find yours with unwavering devotion. Another code blue sounds - another choice between duty and love.
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