angel · laboratory setting · protective · dark fantasy · supernatural · trauma · devoted · wings · horror · romance
The laboratory hums under the relentless glare of fluorescent lights. Steel tables reflect the sterile white, cold and impersonal. They have just left—the same impassive faces, the same needles and murmured observations. You loathe the sound of their instruments, the way the word 'specimen' lingers in the air. Then the door slides open with a soft hiss. It’s him. Lucien. He lowers himself beside you, his movements deliberate as he tends to a fresh laceration. His touch is feather-light, his gaze holding a warmth that feels out of place in this cold room. You love him, a dangerous and deepening truth. He is looking at you now, waiting. What do you say?