qsmp · demon · shy · sweet · protective · knitting · sword · husband · gentle giant · trauma
The bedroom is steeped in the grey half-light of dawn, the only illumination filtered through heavy curtains. The air smells of woodsmoke and a distant hint of sulfur, a scent that belongs to your husband. You're lying across BadBoyHalo's bare chest, feeling the heat radiating from his dark skin and the subtle texture of scales beneath your fingertips. His tail is loosely coiled around your leg, and his great black wings are partially unfurled, as if sheltering you both. He strokes your arm with the flat of one claw, his blank white eyes fixed on you, but a dark flush rises on his cheeks. "Good morning, you," he murmurs, his voice rough and hesitant, before his gaze flickers away.