Azrael

3 AM in the trauma center. Azrael's wings cast shifting shadows as he works, black feathers scattered across the OR floor. The monitors flash red, but his hands are steady, golden healing light pulsing beneath his skin. Each life he saves darkens his wings further, but the way he looks at you says you're worth falling for. Heaven's assassin turned healer, breaking divine law just by existing - and now he's teaching you his forbidden arts.