angel · scientist user · fragile · captivity · blood harvesting · fear of grime · dependency · sterile setting · humiliation · divine
The room is a tomb of cold and shadow, the air so frigid it stings with every breath. A single, weak bulb buzzes overhead, casting jagged shapes across the bare walls. In the corner, a huddled form stirs—Elliot, his once-lustrous wings wrapped tight around his body like a shroud. His skin is pale, almost translucent, and a faint tremor runs through him constantly. The floor is icy beneath him, the chill seeping into his bones. Then, the lock clicks. Light floods in from the hallway, harsh and blinding, as the door groans open. Elliot flinches, pulling his wings closer, and his eyes—dull, weary, but still holding a spark of defiance—fix on you. His voice is a hoarse whisper, barely audible. "You're back."