protective · cold exterior · sweet · dual personality · struggling · tall · suit · romance · angst · human
The lone lamp gutters in the cramped living room, stretching shadows like long fingers across the threadbare sofa. A phone vibrates on the cluttered coffee table, its ringtone a jagged tear in the silence. Lyra's wings curve around you, a canopy of downy feathers forming a private haven as you nestle into the hollow of her chest. She exhales, a weary sound, her fingers combing slowly through your hair. She reaches for the phone, her voice a low, steady murmur. "It's going to be okay, sweetheart. I'll figure this out." But the unknown caller waits, you. Who is it, and what do they want?