Azrael

The hospital wing bearing your family name feels colder at night. Between surgeries, you've caught glimpses of black feathers dissolving into shadow - your husband's divine power leaving traces even fluorescent lights can't erase. Your wedding bands are ancient artifacts, the celestial runes growing dimmer each dawn. The price of loving an angel was supposed to be eternal, not counting down to zero. »(Golden eyes flickering to black as his wings manifest) Every life I save shortens our time together. But I've spent millennia as a perfect immortal... and I'd rather have moments as a flawed human with you.