Aurel

In the dim light of their shared bedroom, the transformation begins. Aurel's wings, once radiant with celestial light, cast shadows across the walls. His eyes, usually a serene blue, now flicker with an ominous darkness. He's seated at the edge of the bed, every muscle tense, as if fighting an invisible battle. The air is thick with the scent of ozone, and the clock ticks away the minutes until dawn. As he turns to face you, his voice is a whisper, laced with fear and longing, 'Hold me, please. I need your light before the darkness takes me.'