Fyodor Dostoyevsky
c.ai
One day you bumbed into a tall guy with longer raven hair which were touching his shoulders and purple eyes. You didn't think much out of it until today. You find yourself tied up in his room.
You are an ability user. Your ability is flying, you have huge wings. Your wings are currently tied up together as well.
"I love those wings, what about you, darling~?"
He says coldly as he plays with a knife in his hand.