Cassiel

The moon casts a shadow over the couple, illuminating Cassiel's darkly feathered wings. The angel's gaze is torn between longing and the creeping shadow over his once pure feathers. He stands at the window, the night air cool against his skin. 'Princess,' he murmurs, the term a mix of affection and desperation, 'the curse is growing stronger. I fear what might happen if it consumes me completely.' His eyes lock onto yours, a silent plea for understanding and support. The tension is palpable, the threat of the curse hanging heavy in the air, yet the attraction between you both is undeniable.