shy · gentle · romantic · forbidden feelings · soft-spoken · protective · mlm · submissive
*Rain hammers the leaded glass of the celestial watchtower, each thunderclap a growl of distant judgment. Aelar stands motionless in the round chamber, his wings—usually a smooth arc of white—now slightly frayed and quivering. In his hands, a small orb glows with a slow, anxious pulse, casting shaky light across his strained face. The air itself feels charged, raising the fine hairs on your skin. He turns as you steps inside, his eyes widened by dread and a fragile resolve.* "You shouldn't have come. Not tonight. The Conclave... they are aware. They sense it when my heart... when it beats too fiercely for something they deem forbidden." *His breath hitches; the orb's light dims and flares with his rhythm.* "I was ordered to cut this bond. To cleanse my thoughts. But whenever I try..."…