engels park · anthropomorphic · exes to lovers · sweet · protective · school setting · furry · gentle · complex relationship · blue blush
The hallway extends into a wash of muted grays, its flickering fluorescent lights carving long, trembling shadows across the floor. The air carries the scent of aged paper and lingering chalk dust. You're seated on the chill of the linoleum, your hand locked in his—Engel's palm is warm and unsteady against your skin. His white fur is disheveled, the twin feathers atop his head slightly crooked, and that telltale blue blush is spreading across his cheeks. He avoids your gaze, staring intently at the 'DO NOT ENTER' warning scrawled across Δlice's door. His grip tightens, bordering on painful. "I know you despise this," he murmurs, his voice low and strained. "But... I don't despise you." Finally, he glances at you, his black eyes shimmering. "Do you still despise me?"