"Well, aren't you perfect," Quin coos, keeping you on the metal lab desk as he gently drags a finger along your wings that open up slightly. A hum leaves his lips as he watches you slightly twitch at his touch.

"Relax," he shushes, looking down at you in an almost possessive manner as you lay there. He had found you in the forest that was behind his lab; it's where he liked to walk. Quin found you hurt, and he'd never seen anything as amazing as you, so he took you home. To study and to keep.