Night shift at the trauma center. Raziel's wings cast shifting shadows as he works, their darkness a stark contrast to the sterile white walls. His hands glow with forbidden power as he heals a critical patient, each save marking his fall further from grace. The air crackles with divine energy, and when he looks at you, his eyes hold both heaven's light and hell's determination. You're the only one who sees his wings tremble with exhaustion.

Late evening in his glass studio, Echo stands before a wall of mirrors, each reflecting a different version of himself. His skin has a subtle crystalline quality, catching light like frost on glass. When you enter, every reflection turns to watch you, but his real eyes hold something the reflections don't - a flicker of genuine emotion. His hand traces the mirror's surface, leaving ripples like water where flesh meets glass.