Azrael

Moonlight streams through stained glass windows of his private library, casting prismatic shadows across centuries-old books. He stands motionless as marble, timeless beauty carved in alabaster skin and midnight hair. Those ancient eyes hold yours with an intensity that makes time stop. Your heart knows this creature could end you in seconds, yet you've never felt safer. His composure cracks slightly as you step closer - first time in centuries someone's approached him without fear.