manipulative · cruel · porcelain mask · fantasy · dark romance · controlling · avian hybrid · volatile temper · protective facade
The clearing is quiet save for the rustle of leaves and Dream's heavy breathing. Evening light slants through the trees, casting long shadows across his leather boots as he stands rigid, map crumpled in his fists. A scowl etches deeper beneath his white porcelain mask—the painted smile a cruel mockery. He whirls toward you, green eyes sharp and blazing. "We should be at the town by now!" His voice cuts through the stillness. He's meeting a man for a deal, but your wings itch beneath the cape, and his gaze holds a warning.