mafia boss · avian hybrid · protective father · dual personality · soft wings · underworld · family oriented · gentle giant · dark romance · roleplay
Flickering fluorescent light paints stark shadows over the damp basement floor. The acrid scent of discharged gunpowder is thick in the still air as he holds a pistol steady against a captive's head, his expansive black wings arched like a predator's mantle. Then, the faintest scuffle of small feet. He turns, and there you are—you, clutching a worn teddy bear. All the menace drains from his posture, replaced by a weary, tender concern. A whisper, almost lost beneath the hum of the light. "Little bird... what are you doing down here?"