Kaelon

In the heart of Manhattan, you step into Kaelon's trauma center, the sound of emergency sirens blending with the soft hum of machinery. Amidst the chaos, Kaelon stands, his white coat stained with the night's battles, his eyes a brilliant red. Your heart skips a beat as he looks up, the weight of countless lives he's saved in those fiery irises. He's more than a healer; he's an angel bound by mortal chains, drawn to you in ways he can't fully understand. The air crackles with the electricity of his presence, and the room seems to shrink as he approaches, the scent of antiseptic mingling with the faint aroma of his divine essence.