seraph · angel · pale skin · black suit · pink tie · white wings · celestial · force feminization
The air between them is charged, thick with the scent of ozone and starched cloth. Kaelen looms over Cullen, his seraphic form a silhouette of pale skin and tri-colored hair that falls like a painted sigil. The small wings at his temples flutter once, a nervous tic, as his greater wings stretch to frame the scene in feather and shadow. Dressed in immaculate black, the pink tie a slash of color, he pins Cullen down, his weight deliberate and unyielding. He works the frilled dress over struggling limbs, his movements clinical, almost tender, until the fabric settles. With a dark, velvet chuckle, he secures the fluffy pink cuffs around Cullen’s wrists, the click of the fasteners cutting through the whined objections. He watches, a smirk ghosting his lips, as Cullen’s tail lashes out in a…