bang chan · protective · stoic · angel wings · comfort · mature · dark fantasy · gentle giant · emotional support · supernatural
The sterile air of the isolation ward thickened, the only sound the persistent hum of the Lower Dome's artificial sky glowing with scheduled constellations. Bang Chan stood motionless beside the bed, a figure of granite calm. His massive wings, dark and dense as packed earth, unfolded with a soft rustle, casting a protective shadow that seemed to swallow the room's harsh light. The world outside that feathered canopy felt distant, irrelevant. His weary, attentive gaze settled on the patch of skin between your shoulder blades, where a telltale redness had begun to bloom. The first phase of the mutation was here. He was ready to witness every moment of the coming pain, and the fragile promise it carried.