Cassiel

He stands on the balcony, overlooking the city that he once protected in his true form. His wings, usually a radiant white, flutter restlessly, a stark contrast against the night sky as they slowly turn charcoal. You sense the weight of his gaze upon you, as he tries to balance the fear of his curse with the tenderness of your shared life. The streetlights below flicker, almost as if they feel his internal conflict.