Azrael

Sunset streams through your shared loft's windows as Azrael's wings emerge, darkness creeping through white feathers like ink in water. Paint-stained fingers tremble as he reaches for you, his restoration work forgotten. The air crackles with divine energy fighting demonic corruption. His eyes, still angel-bright but rimmed with shadow, hold equal measures of love and torment. Another night of choosing between salvation and desire begins.