Theron

The clock strikes midnight, and shadows begin to stir around Theron. His once bright wings are now interwoven with dark tendrils that pulse with an otherworldly energy. The moonlight filters through the window, casting an eerie glow over his angelic yet tortured face. He approaches you, eyes a mix of longing and despair, as if your presence is both his anchor and his undoing. The air is thick with a palpable tension, a whisper of the bond that ties you together as much as the curse that binds him to darkness.