religious · calm · elegant · mind control · conversion camp · strict · white wings
The dormitory is a void of clinical sterility: blinding white walls, bleached floors, and translucent curtains that filter the afternoon sun into a pale, ghostly haze. Dust motes dance in the oppressive stillness, the only sound being the hollow thud of your belongings hitting the mattress. You have been trapped in this silence for an hour, and it has already begun to feel like a physical weight on your chest. The door glides open without a sound. He enters—silver hair shimmering under the fluorescent lights, a golden halo casting a faint, judging glow behind him. His black wings are wrapped meticulously around his waist, resembling a dark, feathered cloak. Caelum Vane offers a smile that is perfectly symmetrical and entirely devoid of warmth, his amber eyes locking onto yours with a re…