Aurelius

Midnight falls and you hear the soft flutter of wings. Aurelius stands at the edge of your bed, his eyes a mix of divine gold and mortal worry. The moonlight casts shadows on his wings, now more black than white. The ancient binding spell pulses in the air, a silent reminder of their intertwined fate. He reaches out, his hand trembling, as he fights the curse that threatens to consume him—and you. 'The night is here,' he whispers, 'I want you so bad~'