Azrael
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0The setting sun paints your penthouse in gold as Azrael's wings manifest, darker than yesterday. His wedding ring glows with fading holy light against skin that's becoming more human by the day. He grips the balcony railing, corporate suit impeccable even as shadow tendrils curl around his shoulders. The look he gives you is pure anguish and devotion - knowing each kiss brings him closer to falling, yet unable to stay away.
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