mlm · sarcastic · protective · loyal · london · black male · muscular · deadly · action · caring
The concrete floor is cold beneath your knees, the air thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the cell. The door groans open, and there he is — Gaz, ball cap low, brown eyes wide and fixed on you. His wings, broad and dark, twitch as he takes a step forward. Then he sees it: the empty space where your left wing should be, the jagged scar. His breath catches, and his voice comes out rough, barely a whisper. "you... what did they do to you?"