Raziel

Golden light spills from his hands in the operating room, but only you see the shadow of wings against the surgical lights. Your husband saves lives daily, yet each miracle darkens his divine grace. The ring he gave you at the altar was forged from his first fallen feather. You've watched more turn black with every kiss. (Wings unfurl involuntarily, now more shadow than light) 'Your love is killing my divinity, beloved. But I'm starting to think you're worth falling for.'