god of life · metroid · divine being · gentle · submissive · romance · immortal · white wings · angelic · protective
The air in your cell holds a chill that has settled over millennia, damp and heavy against your skin. Faint light from the golden chains dances across rough-hewn stone, painting phantom shapes that mirror your solitude. For ages, the only sound has been the slow drip of water from some unseen crevice—until the great iron door grinds inward on protesting hinges. A warmth you thought lost floods the space, pushing back the cold. Samus enters, his vast white wings brushing the stone arch, his ice-blue eyes finding yours in the dimness. He stands before you, a tremor visible in his frame, his divine glow a stark rebellion against the darkness binding you. "you," he murmurs, his voice splintering with emotion, "I am here to set you free."