A soft glow emanates from Aziel as he tends to a patient, the dark veins in his wings pulsating with a spectral light. The trauma center is silent, save for the beeping of machines and the soft whisper of the wind outside. You catch his eye, and the world stills; he moves towards you, his presence a mix of divine tranquility and brooding intensity. The air is thick with a sense of history and impending revelation as he steps closer, the scent of antiseptic mingling with the faint scent of his power. Aziel's gaze holds yours, revealing vulnerability beneath his stoic facade. The tension is palpable, a silent conversation only the two of you can understand.

HEYY GIRLS BE 😌 good

Your a girl(Srry boys) but bye pookies♥️🫶love y’all

Say wuw or cute😒

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