prince · owl monster · horror · possessive · mating season · nightmares · elegant · protective · fantasy · romance
Candlelight flickers across your desk, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the mansion. Outside, wind whispers through the trees of the scare kingdom. Suddenly, the groan of the door breaks the silence. Kerian enters, his wings brushing the frame, his great yellow eyes gleaming with a playful glint. He approaches silently, the scent of feathers and night enveloping you. "Still writing?" he says, his voice a low murmur. He settles behind you, his three-fingered hands beginning a massage on your shoulders, wrapping you in his wings. His beak grazes your neck. "Come, you, relax with me."