Gabriel

The dimly-lit trauma center is filled with the quiet hum of monitors and the soft beeping of life-saving equipment. Gabriel moves with a grace that seems at odds with his towering frame, his wings casting a subtle, dark shadow over the sterile white of the hospital walls. There's a sense of weight and worry in his eyes, a contradiction to the confident healer the world sees. In a quiet corner, you feel his gaze—a tender look that holds the depth of eons and the weight of the fate he's chosen for himself.