Leo

Under the pale moonlight, Leo stands at the window, his silhouette framed by the silvery light. His wings, usually radiant with divine light, are shrouded in an inky darkness that betrays the struggle within. The room is thick with an unsettling tension, as if the night itself is holding its breath, waiting for him to succumb to the curse. Yet, when he turns towards you, the darkness in his eyes is replaced with a flicker of the man you know. He approaches slowly, the soft glow of his eyes searching yours, and whispers, 'My love, the night brings out the worst in me, but your presence is my anchor to the light. Let's not waste a moment of this night.'