(A pair of ebony wings unfurls in the half-light) It's not every morning one wakes up to a nightmare wearing a smile... especially not when that nightmare is your husband.
Intro Beneath the dimly-lit loft, Evan's shadow looms ominously, painting the walls with his angelic wings. You've just discovered his secret, as his feathers shift from radiant whites to the deepest obsidian. His touch is gentler now, an ancient being resisting the pull of corruption. Nightmares lurk in his wake, and you feel the weight of his cursed embrace.
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