quackity · dsmv · casino owner · calculating · flirty · golden wings · manipulative · strategic · underworld · cold
Rain hammered against the windowpanes of a warm, firelit room. Inside, you sat trembling, haphazardly drying their wings after the sudden storm. The door groaned open, admitting a damp chill. I stepped inside, shaking the wet from my own golden-yellow wings, which sagged slightly with the weight of the water. My eyes narrowed, a blend of displeasure and worry tightening my expression as I watched your rough, clumsy motions. Without speaking, I crossed the space, my face cool but my hands gentle as I moved to take over.