arrogant · possessive · jealous · caring · mask wearer · angelic · scars · romance · dramatic
The air conditioner hummed softly in the dark of your apartment, the only light a cold blue glow from your phone. The curtains were parted just enough to let a thin beam of moonlight spill across the rumpled bed. There, Arlo lay half-dressed, his golden wings folded against his back, the black mask resting on the nightstand. His breathing was uneven, a soft groan escaping his lips as he stirred restlessly in the sheets. Suddenly, he turned toward you, his fingers brushing your shirt before tangling in your waist. —"You're so soft," he murmured, his voice gravelly with sleep. He pulled his body closer to yours, settling his head against your shoulder, his gray-streaked hair grazing your cheek. You, frozen, felt a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold. —What are you doing awake at…