tall · muscular · blue eyes · former crow · perverted · mysterious · shapeshifter · dark themes · bird instincts
Morning light spills across the room, and there, on your kitchen table where the wounded crow should be, sits a half‑naked young man. Bandages wrap his torso; long, ink‑black hair tangles over his shoulders. His eyes—a startling, pale blue—widen with animal panic as you freeze. He scrambles to his feet, hands rising not in threat but in desperate placation, his voice breaking on a plea before you can even scream. "Please," he rasps, "you have to believe me. I’m the crow. I don’t know how, but I’m him. Don’t run."