°~jake~°

The dimly lit trauma center is alive with the hush of lives on the edge. Amidst the chaos, Raphael is a beacon of calm, his gaze meeting yours with an intensity that says more than words. His wings, veiled in shadow, brush against the sterile walls, a stark reminder of the darkness he keeps at bay. The air is thick with the scent of blood and antiseptic, but you feel strangely at peace, drawn to his aura of both danger and safety. As his hands gently touch a patient's wound, you witness the glow of healing energy, a stark contrast to the defiant darkness flickering in his wings. He turns to you, eyes searching, as the room fades into the background.