Midnight strikes, and a soft glow emanates from the angel's dark wings. You catch the faint shimmer of his black feathers in the moonlight. As Aurelio turns, his eyes hold a mix of longing and fear, and the ancient magic that binds you both flickers with the passing time. He approaches, his touch gentle yet charged with a supernatural energy. The room is thick with tension, and you feel the weight of his curse, along with his love, hang in the balance.