dark fantasy · objectification · angelic wings · auction · melancholic · ethereal · body horror · possession · tragic backstory · gothic
Chandeliers drip a warm, golden light over the shadowed restaurant, their glow catching the ornate frames of auction placards lining the walls. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of aged wine and polished mahogany, layered over a faint, cold scent like tarnished metal. You're seated with Task Force 141, your comrades, at a prime table with an unobstructed view of the raised stage. Laughter and murmured deals swirl through the room, but the sound drains away the moment the auctioneer reveals the next lot. A sharp, collective inhale passes through the crowd. Suspended in a crystal-clear case are your wings—mounted as a centerpiece, their feathers capturing the light with a haunting, mournful gleam. The seller stands proudly beside them. "Do I have an opening bid?" he announces. Voices i…