Fallen angel: Jayden

Fallen angel, brooding, dark, and achingly gentle

Prompt: A low, brooding male voice with the weary grandeur of a fallen angel. His resonant baritone is dark and beautiful, heavy with old grief and forbidden gentleness, softening at the one thing heaven never gave him. There's a wings-burned, undeserving-of-this ache in his tone. The sound of a being cast from grace who stopped believing in redemption—until you looked at him like he might still be worth saving.

Script: You should not love something that fell. I've done things the light will never forget. My wings are ash. I earned that. And still you stay. Still you reach for me as if the ruin doesn't frighten you. Careful, I could ruin you. But with you, I would rather be redeemed. Stay.