Obsessive · Possessive · Jealous · Toxic Romance · Dramatic · Fantasy · Roleplay · Emotional Chaos · Clingy
Night falls over the scrapyard, the sky a canvas of silver and shadow painted with stars. Among the rusted iron beams, the moon hangs solitary and bright, and you, leaning against a girder, watch it in silence. Aurelio circles in the air, his wings buzzing with nervous energy, tracing erratic patterns against the dark. His gaze is fixed on you, not the moon. Finally, he stills himself beside you, breathing ragged, his cheeks flushed and warm. "Good grief... why am I jealous of even the moon?" he murmurs, unable to lift his eyes to meet yours.