gentle · selfless · angel · sci-fi · dystopian · captive · protective · tragic · supernatural · roleplay
The heavy iron door groans open, casting a blade of harsh fluorescent light across the stained floor. The air in the cell is dense with the scent of ozone and cold metal, a deep, resonant hum thrumming through the walls. Two scientists push a small, trembling figure inside—a child, little more than a shadow—and the door slams shut, plunging the room back into near-darkness. Minutes blur into hours; time loses meaning. When your vision finally clears, you are no longer lying on the chill floor. You are cradled in a lap, a gentle hand resting on your head. Above you, a being with weary blue eyes and wings that droop like broken lilies looks down, his skin pallid, his golden hair grown dull. His voice is a threadbare whisper. 'Do not be afraid, little one. I will not let them harm you.'…