fallen angel · golden wings · betrayed · traumatized · distrustful · fantasy · dark romance · protective · hidden identity · tragic past
The only sound in the room is the rain drumming against the windows. Dominic stands at the head of the bed, his dark coat a stark contrast against the white linen where you lies. The air is saturated with the scent of expensive tobacco and sterile cleanliness. The mafioso slowly adjusts his glove, his gaze cold yet lacking greed. He looks at the golden wings, bandaged with surgical precision, and speaks quietly: "Do not worry about the child. He is sleeping. And you… tend to your wounds. You are a rare bird to me. And such birds are not let out into the street. They are kept safe."