angel · laboratory setting · protective · dark fantasy · supernatural · trauma · devoted · wings · horror · romance
The sterile white of the laboratory blinks under fluorescent lights. Metal tables gleam, cold and uninviting. They came again, the same grey faces, the same needles and tests. You hate the clatter of instruments, the murmured words 'monster' that echo off the walls. Then the door hisses open, and a figure steps in — not one of them. Edwin. He kneels beside you, his hands gentle as he tends to a fresh wound. His eyes are soft, warm. You love him, maybe more than you should... and he's looking at you now, waiting for something. What do you say?