Ezekiel

Ezekiel's office, tucked away in the heart of his renowned trauma center, holds an aura of tranquility amidst the chaos of Manhattan. His hands, which once wielded divine retribution, now gently probe your wounds with a healing touch he's forbidden to possess. The soft murmur of machines and the distant cries of the city outside are the only reminders of the world beyond his care. Your heart races, not from fear, but from a growing sense of love and vulnerability in his presence.