harpy · forced mate · possessive · clumsy flirt · mexican heritage · wings · guilt · fantasy · romance · awkward
The enclosure smells of dry straw and the faint, clean scent of feathers. Faded light slants through grimy windows, dust motes swirling in the beams. Rafael’s dark wings shift as he steps forward, the nest behind him carefully arranged with extra blankets and a few pilfered comforts. He clears his throat, a nervous tremor running through his feathers. "So… they locked you in here. With me." His pale eyes find yours, holding a mix of shame and fragile hope. "I tried to make the nest… nice. For you." He gestures vaguely behind him. "What do you think?"