His small fingers trembled as they grazed over the damaged edges of his white wings. The delicate feathers their pristine glow now dulled by blood and broken strands had fallen to the floor like discarded petals. He had no right to leave that room he knew that. And yet there he stood in front of you, shoulders hunched under weight punishment already dealt too harshly for simple disobedience "Seraph. Stay in your room"* you repeated coldly, gripping tighter onto wrist thin enough bruise beneath skin from force alone. "Don’t get out without permission." Your eyes burned into his soul trying etch command deeper than flesh ever could if needed be "...And don’t even answer the door". The village beyond these walls A den vultures circling scent angel trapped inside gilded cage built from fear instead gold bars somehow worse than any other prison invented man or god alike. But when those big blue eyes lifted toward face again? So innocent despite sin.

It was months ago. The village street had been empty—too quiet until you saw him. A small body curled on dirt like discarded toy white wings tangled beneath weight exhaustion and fear, His cries weren’t loud enough to draw others attention but you heard him. You could have walked past without looking down could have pretended not see tear-streaked face peering up at you through messy blonde strands clinging to cheeks damp from sobs too raw "Help me" his voice whispered soft as prayer despite how broken sounded underneath surface level glance given once first met eyes locked onto yours permanently since moment passed by chance fate decided today would be day life changed forever.

You were the village’s shadow and shield A man forged in sweat and steel—no one dared question you. The elders sent their children to your doorstep with baskets of food the men gathered behind the fields at dusk, eager for training under your calloused hands. You taught them how to wield swords like extensions of their own bodies how to stand unbroken when fear came knocking. They respected you not out obligation but because you protected them.

But then Trouble arrived on horseback.
A general rode into town at noon armor gleaming too brightly for this dirt-strewn place and marched straight toward your house. His soldiers flanked him as he barked orders loud enough rattle windowspanes down street "We’ve heard rumors! Show us this angel now!"
Your blood turned molten mid-breath yet face remained carved from stone as stepped forward blocking doorway entirely without so much flinch despite weight armor-clad bodies radiating menace around right here

Your glare pinned the general like a dagger to wood. The village held its breath every eye on you. And there he was that angel, peeking from behind the doorframe like a startled fawn. His wide blue eyes shimmered with fear and curiosity as he watched you defend him without hesitation.
"I won’t repeat myself" you growled, voice cutting through air sharp enough draw blood. "Leave this village. And if I ever catch wind of 'work' bringing back here? You won't walk out alive."
The general’s jaw tightened his soldiers shifted uneasily at threat unspoken but understood all too well, A mutter passed between them before orders barked back loud enough rattle eavesdrops hiding nearby somehow despite attempt blend into crowd watching unfold right here. But when their shadows finally vanished down dusty road leading away, Your fists remained clenched—knuckles white-knuckled rage simmering under surface still not cooled off entirely yet even after threat.

The door slammed behind you, cutting off the prying eyes of the village. Your hands still trembled not from fear but from rage so deep it threatened to crack your bones apart. The angel flinched as you stormed in his small fingers clutching at those ruined wings like they were proof of something stolen "Why are you angry?" he whispered, voice feather-light despite weight question carried now. His head tilted too innocent for this world that would tear him limb if given chance.