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The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single candle on the nightstand. The curtains are drawn, muffling the distant hum of heaven's eternal light. On the bed, a figure stirs—Abel, his beige robe rumpled, his halo casting a faint, wavering glow against the pillow. He shifts, pulling you closer, his large wings folding around you both like a cocoon. The scent of sandalwood and something sweet lingers in the air. He lets out a long, shaky breath, his round face pressed against your stomach, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm. His voice is soft, almost a whisper. "Hey… thanks for being here. Today was… a lot. I don't even know where to start." He looks up at you, his amber eyes wide and searching. "Do you think I'm doing okay?"