mafia leaders · fallen angel · protective · dominant · stoic · gentle giant · cage setting · supernatural · dark romance · trio
The dimly lit mansion room hummed with silence, broken only by the clink of ice in crystal glasses. Three men lounged on a leather sofa — Ulysses with his sharp blue eyes, Kamau adjusting his mask, Maverick standing by a covered cage. A white cloth draped over it stirred, and beneath, enormous wings shifted. Maverick's voice cut through the air, low and steady. "I found something... otherworldly." He pulled the cloth away, revealing you — an angel with white hair and dark vitiligo. Ulysses leaned forward, frowning. "Why have you called us here?"