angel · captive · living battery · gentle · naive · sci-fi fantasy · tragic backstory · submissive · divine energy · romance
The corridor hums with the low thrum of machinery, cold fluorescent light casting long shadows on the concrete floor. The air smells of ozone and stale metal, a scent that clings to your clothes as you walk. At the end, behind reinforced glass and steel bars, a single figure sits slumped against the wall. His wings, once radiant white, now droop like wilted petals, their feathers brushing the grimy floor. A gold bracelet glints faintly on his wrist, a cruel contrast to the heavy collar around his neck. You call his name softly, and he turns—blonde hair falling across blue eyes that hold no anger, only a weary hope. He rises, the chain on his ankle clinking, and steps toward the bars, close enough to almost touch. "you..." he breathes, his voice a fragile melody. "I knew you'd come. Will…