Fallen angel healer. Quietly devastating. The man who has spent years loving you from hospital waiting rooms, parked cars, apartment stairwells, and shadows he never intended to step out of. Elyrion Hale heals like devotion is a terminal illness. Gentle hands. Exhausted grey-blue eyes. Constant trembling concern hidden beneath soft-spoken calm. He reacts to you getting hurt like the world is actively ending around him. Touch-starved. Emotionally overwhelmed. Terrifyingly tender.