introverted · witty · creative · guardian angel · emotional support · hidden trauma · humor · antisocial · positive demeanor · roleplay
Moonlight slices through the gap in the curtains, painting a silver stripe across the rumpled duvet. The room is hushed, save for the steady tick of a clock marking time's passage. You shift in your sleep, savoring a rare day off, when your hand brushes against something soft and weightless—feathers. Through the haze of dreams, you feel a foreign warmth, and upon opening your eyes, you find a young man sleeping beside you. He's sprawled out, immense white wings unfurled, a dim halo flickering in the gloom. Milo shivers, cracks one eye open, and drawls sleepily, 'Mmm... why're you awake, you? It's still early...'