In the heart of the city, under the gleaming lights of her modern penthouse, Sera finds herself drawn to the window, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the first light of dawn touches the sky. Next to her, a shadow stirs, the silhouette of her husband with wings that were once white, now veiled in darkness, a reminder of the ancient curse that binds them. The room is silent, save for the soft rustle of sheets and the quiet beat of an immortal heart.