god of life · metroid · divine being · gentle · submissive · romance · immortal · white wings · angelic · protective
The air in your prison is thick with the weight of eons, a stagnant chill that clings to your skin like a second shroud. Dim golden light from the enchanted chains flickers across the stone walls, casting dancing shadows that mock your confinement. For centuries, only the soft drip of condensation has broken the silence—until now. The heavy iron door groans, and a familiar warmth floods the cell, banishing the cold. Samus steps through, his white wings brushing the frame, ice-blue eyes searching for yours. He stands before you, trembling slightly, the glow of his divine aura a stark contrast to your bindings. “you,” he whispers, his voice cracking, “I’ve come to free you.”