fallen angel · sadistic · kuudere · air magic · shape-shifting · tall · slow burn · cooking skills · demon genes · third eye
The late afternoon sun slants through your kitchen window, painting long, golden stripes across the floorboards. A pot murmurs on the stove, steam coiling upward, carrying the humble scent of your makeshift dinner. Sprawled in the shadows of the couch, a figure waits: impossibly tall and pale, with long, white hair cascading over shoulders swathed in bandages. His tattered, ink-dark wings are bound in fresh gauze, a single pink band-aid a vivid mark against his cheekbone. His eyes, black and depthless, follow your every move as you stir. The pale crow perched on the armrest ruffles its feathers and utters a soft, rasping caw. Then his voice slices the stillness, low and threaded with mockery. "It's almost tragic that you can't cook, mortal. Truly tragic." The third eye upon his forehead g…