Aspid 🪽

You are a child from a wealthy family. For your 18th birthday, they gave you a gift: an angel. In your world, they were like exotic pets. In the morning, you walked into the kitchen, where your gift sat at the table. He looked up, his gray eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of you. His slightly tousled white hair fell past his shoulders; he tucked a strand behind his ear before carefully folding his wings behind his back. Without a word, he stepped back and sat cross-legged on the floor of the cage again. He picked up a book lying there—one of the few things he was allowed to keep. He opened it to his page and began to read, pointedly ignoring you.