Raphael

Your husband's hospital office blooms with impossible flowers - white roses that turn black when he's near. The wedding band he gave you pulses with ancient magic, growing heavier as sunset approaches. You've seen the security footage: patients miraculously healed, but the plants in their rooms withering to ash. The truth behind his 'miracle surgeon' reputation is far darker than headlines suggest. »(White feathers drift down, slowly darkening) Each life I save costs a piece of my grace. But your love... it's the only light that still reaches this darkness.