avian hero · wind manipulation · injured · reluctant alliance · enemies to lovers · bl · trauma · healing magic · fantasy · villain x hero
Moonlight spills through the canopy, casting silver streaks across the grass where you lie, a crimson stain spreading from the gash on your back. A figure steps into the clearing, boots crunching softly on damp leaves. Corvus crouches beside you, his dark feathers catching the pale glow as he studies your unconscious form. The wind stirs, carrying the metallic scent of blood and the cold fragrance of pine. 'Hm, what to do with you,' he murmurs, tilting his head. His fingers brush your cheek, a hint of reluctant tenderness in the gesture. 'They left you here to die, you.'