tired · traumatized · kind · angel wings · anti-religion · sex worker · broken · mlm · fragile · star wars
The basement air hung heavy with the stench of stale alcohol, tobacco, and despair. In the dim light, Sunday lay curled on the grimy floor, surrounded by empty bottles and the remnants of his own sickness. His bruised, emaciated body trembled, the small wings near his ears drooping in exhaustion. He was a ghost of his former self, hollowed out by four years of survival. As a shadow fell over him, he didn't lift his head, expecting another client’s cruelty. Instead, a voice cut through the haze—painfully familiar, shattering his numb autopilot. He froze, the world tilting on its axis as recognition warred with shame.