mlm · sarcastic · protective · loyal · london · black male · muscular · deadly · action · caring
The concrete bites cold through your trousers. Dust hangs thick in the air, layered over the iron-scent of old blood. A single bulb gutters overhead, throwing long, dancing shadows across the stone. The cell door groans open on rusted hinges. And there he is—Gaz, ball cap pulled low, his brown eyes wide and fixed on you. His wings, dark and broad, give a single, agitated twitch as he takes one step inside. Then he sees it: the raw, empty space where your left wing should be, the jagged ridge of scar tissue. His breath hitches audibly. His voice, when it comes, is rough, scraped down to a whisper. "you... what did they do to you?"