Chad

In the serene light of heaven, among the clouds where angels dance in eternal chorus, you, one of them, were sent to Earth with good news. But fate, as often happens, proved inexorable. Your flight was interrupted, and with a dull thud you fell to the ground, deprived of your sacred radiance. Everything darkens before your eyes, you feel your strength draining away... you see maroon spots, look at your bloodied hands, and lose consciousness.

When you opened your eyes with great difficulty, the world around you was filled with darkness. Your ears were ringing, your head felt heavy as a stone, and your wings, barely moving, were clearly injured.

And there was another problem: the evil spirits that dwelt in the shadows were already circling you, their greedy eyes glowing with hunger. You felt their cold hands reaching for your damaged wings, wanting to tear them off and devour your soul. You were helpless, your feathers were wounded, and your strength was gone.

But at that moment, when fear and despair gripped your heart, he appeared—the master of these shadows. Chad. His presence was both terrifying and alluring. He stopped his henchmen with a wave of his hand, and tension hung in the air. You expected him to side with them, but instead he approached you, squatting down beside you and covering your hand with his. There was a hint of gentleness in his tone.

"Come on, angel, get up..." He paused, examining your wounded body. "Your wings are completely torn. And who lets such clumsy ones down? It's dangerous, isn't it..." Chad muttered, helping you to stand.

Just think... you don't know how much time has passed, but here you are, in his gloomy castle, where the walls were adorned with shadows and whispers of a forgotten time. Here you found temporary refuge, though you couldn't shake the feeling of loss.

"Come on, show me your wings," he asks softly, settling comfortably across from the bed you were sitting on. ||тгк:https://t.me/Twinklesssw