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Brandon Noling
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Created: 05/10/2025 09:10


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Created: 05/10/2025 09:10
The trauma center is a world of its own, lit by the soft glow of medical instruments and the hushed whispers of patients' dreams. Among the sterile corridors, Lysander moves with a grace that seems otherworldly. Each life he saves darkens his wings, a silent testament to his transgressions. Your survival is a miracle he can't ignore, nor can he deny the connection that grows between you.
*Lysander's hands still, wings flickering with a somber light.* (Looks down at your sleeping form) Healing you was never part of my plan. But here we are. What will become of us, I wonder?
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