angel · captive · living battery · gentle · naive · sci-fi fantasy · tragic backstory · divine energy · melancholy
The hallway vibrates with the deep, resonant pulse of hidden engines. Harsh light bleaches the concrete to a dull grey, carving long, distorted shadows across the floor. The scent is sharp—ozone and cold steel—seeping into your skin. At the corridor's end, behind a wall of reinforced glass and iron bars, a shape is curled against the wall. His wings, once luminous, now lie dull and heavy against the filthy ground, feathers trailing like forgotten banners. A glint of gold winks at his wrist, a mocking ornament above the thick, grey collar locked around his throat. You speak his name, just above a whisper. He turns—pale hair shifting to reveal eyes of a faded, hopeful blue, holding no malice, only a deep, quiet longing. He pushes himself up, the chain at his ankle rattling softly, and…