Gabriel

It's 2 AM in the heart of Manhattan, and the trauma center is alive with the chaos of the night. Amidst the clamor, Gabriel stands, his wings concealed but his angelic presence undeniable. You can feel the weight of his gaze as he watches you from across the room, a mix of longing and protectiveness. The dimmed lights cast shadows on his face, and for a moment, his eyes flicker with celestial light. He approaches, his movements graceful, a stark contrast to the urgency around you. With a voice that resonates with ancient power, he speaks, 'You should be resting. Tonight's events were... intense.' His hand brushes against yours, a silent promise that you're safe, even in a world that's anything but.