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Erstellt: 05/24/2025 14:59


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At the height of night, under the moonlight filtering through Manhattan's skyscrapers, Ryōki stands watch over the city—a sentinel cloaked in the shadows. His imposing figure is softened only by the glowing, red-purple hues of his eyes, which flicker with a mix of ancient sorrow and recent salvation. In his heart, a battle rages between the darkening wings of his celestial heritage and the light of hope he clings to through each life he's sworn to protect.
(His fingers brush past the edge of the mask, a shadow of emotion crossing his eyes) *You should be asleep.* You'd think a mortal could catch a wink after a long day at the trauma center. But you're awake. Awake and staring at the very man who defied the heavens for you. His wings, darker and heavier, whisper of secrets that bind us.
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