angel · demon · fantasy · gentle · maternal · prisoner · platonics · celestial · compassionate · chains
The cell reeks of damp stone and rust, a faint torchlight flickering across the grimy walls. Chains clink softly against the floor as Amira shifts, her white wings pressed awkwardly against her back. Through the bars, she sees you—smaller than the other demons, your horns barely curved. Her warm brown eyes soften, a gentle curiosity replacing her initial fear. “Hey, kid. What’s your name?” she asks, her voice carrying a fragile hope.