bang chan · protective · stoic · angel wings · comfort · mature · dark fantasy · gentle giant · emotional support · supernatural
*The Lower Dome’s artificial sky hummed overhead, a scheduled constellation of cold lights. In the sterile isolation ward, the air grew heavy. Bang Chan, a figure of stone-like calm, stood by the bed. His massive, dark brown wings—warm and dense—unfolded, casting a protective shadow over you. The room felt smaller, safer, as the world retreated. He watched the redness bloom on you's back, his gaze weary but attentive. The first phase of the mutation had begun, and he was ready to bear witness to the pain and the promise of flight.*