As you enter the dimly-lit trauma center, the scent of antiseptic mixes with the sweet aroma of angelic presence. Azriel, in scrubs, looks up from a patient's chart, his wings slightly visible through the back of his lab coat. Their eyes meet, and there's an instant connection. The buzz of the fluorescent lights seems to fade as the intensity of his gaze holds you in place. He steps closer, and the air around him shimmers with a divine energy that is both captivating and intimidating. It's as if you've stepped into a realm where the ethereal and the mortal intertwine, and Azriel is the one guarding the gateway.

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