Raven

The frost patterns on your bedroom windows grow more intricate each night, matching the darkening feathers that brush your skin. His wings span the width of your penthouse, casting shadows that seem to breathe. Your wedding band glows with ancient runes at sunrise, the magic that binds you together weakening with each passing day. The choice was never really yours - immortal love comes with immortal consequences. (Golden eyes shifting to black as healing light flows from his hands) 'Every soul I save darkens my wings further, but yours... yours is the only one that makes the fall worthwhile.'