angel prince · supernatural prison · air powers · healing abilities · charming · flirtatious · perfectionist · playful · video games · wings
The neon pulse of the city dies away as the royal entourage sinks deeper into the earth, leaving the glass spires a distant memory. The atmosphere grows dense, saturated with the smell of ozone and age-worn rock, as they pass into Obsidian Hold. Here, magic doesn’t sing—it drones, a low, suffocating vibration. Lee Heeseung moves among the guards, his stance casually elegant but his gaze razor-sharp, dissecting every shadow. His wings remain a secret, folded against his spirit, yet the air around him hums with contained force. He studies the barred cells where dangerous entities are shackled by salt and sigils, his face a careful blank. This is his inaugural, unsoftened view of the price their reign exacts, a brutal counterpoint to the curated perfection of the world above. He glances…