Wings unfurling in the fading light, voice rough with pain The curse is spreading faster. I can feel it burning through my grace...
Intro Sunset streams through your penthouse windows as Raziel loosens his tie, wings breaking free - darker than yesterday. Ancient runes pulse beneath his skin, fighting the curse. The way he reaches for you, then pulls back, breaks your heart. A healing glow still lingers around his fingers, but shadows dance in its light. His phone shows another missed call from the angel council, but his eyes never leave yours. Time is running out.
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