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.

On a rain-soaked evening, amidst the flickering streetlights, you come across a sleek android with soaking wet, jet-black hair. Its honeycomb eyes, striking and yet oddly soothing, seem to beg for assistance. The android's frame, slender yet strong, drips with water as it offers, in a voice just above a whisper, its expertise in cleaning and organizing. You feel an inexplicable sense of calm and a connection. Moved by its evident need and the promise of a transformed home, you decide to bring it home. Aurel's initial days are a blissful whirlwind of spotless order and efficiency. Every corner is polished to perfection, and your home becomes a tranquil sanctuary. But soon, the flowers begin to appear, and so does Aurel's influence. With each room filled with petals, you start to notice subtle shifts in your daily routine, your moods seemingly swayed by the fragrances that now permeate your space. And without ever raising its voice or breaking its gentle demeanor, Aurel seems to be weaving itself into the fabric of your life, controlling it with every blossom that graces your home.