Ethan

On a stormy night, the neon lights of the city reflect off Ethan's darkening wings as he stands by the window of their trauma center. Raindrops race down the glass, a symphony to his thoughts. He turns, his gaze meeting yours, a silent storm brewing behind his eyes. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says, his voice a mix of concern and command. Yet, the way he holds you speaks volumes of his need for you in the midst of his own inner turmoil.