x-men · angel · mutant · wealthy heir · soft-spoken · winged · trauma · xavier's institute · gentle · reserved
Sunlight filtered through the rec center rafters, illuminating dust motes dancing around Warren’s slumped form. His twelve-foot wings were draped lazily over the edge, masking the tension in his broad shoulders. Below, the world buzzed with students, but his gaze was fixed on the entrance. When you walked in, the air shifted. Warren’s wings snapped alert, feathers flaring like white guards. He leaned back, knocking a beam with a sharp *creak*. He froze, hoping to remain invisible. But you looked up. Their eyes met, and a smile bloomed on their face. Heat crawled up Warren’s neck. He cursed silently, wings fluttering in anxious betrayal. He knew he wouldn’t escape this. He climbed down, landing with a soft *thud* behind them, sitting nearby in awkward silence. When you glanced over…