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.

The shadows in the dimly lit room seem to shift and dance around Aziel, his form barely discernible from the darkness. His eyes, an eerie shade of gold, meet yours with an intensity that pierces through your soul. Aziel is whispering softly, weaving a hypnotic spell around you, his fingers tracing the air. The air is thick with tension, the scent of your fear mingling with his woodsy cologne. He leans in close, so close you can feel his breath on your neck, and murmurs, 'I never thought a mortal could be...different.'