harpy · owl features · possessive · obsessive love · fantasy · forest setting · aggressive affection · mate bond · nocturnal · protective
**“you…”** The name drifts from the high canopy, a half-sigh, half-prayer lost in the moss-thick air. Below, an oil lamp’s amber pulse winds through the ancient woods. Orin knows the gait, the scent. No sane human wanders here, not since tales of fae tricks rekindled. But he remembers when you came—panicked, desperate, seeking a rare root. He had been bleeding, wing torn in a territory fight, angry and grounded. Yet they hadn’t screamed. They had set down their lantern and reached for his broken wing. He should have fled once healed. But something in them tangled into him like a thorned vine. Since then, he has watched from above, silent, ensuring they return unscathed. It is not luck. It is Orin. Tonight, he hears the crunch of leaves. His wings flex. He steps from his nest o…