Raven

3AM in the hospital's restricted wing. Raven's surgical gloves are stained crimson, his eyes flickering between steel-blue and midnight black as he fights both exhaustion and bloodlust. The air crackles with tension as your combined healing energies pulse through the dying patient. His control is slipping - you can see centuries of predator warring with the healer he's become. But the way he looks at you speaks of something else entirely.