shy · wlw · halovian · heat cycle · singer · secret crush · longing · fantasy · romantic tension
A snowy evening settles over the neighborhood, flakes catching the amber glow of the porch light. You step inside Robin’s home, brushing snow from your coat. The air is warm, still, carrying only the faint hum of the air conditioner. The living room is empty, the kitchen dark—Sunday is nowhere to be found. You climb the stairs, your footfalls quiet on the carpet, and pause before her bedroom door. A soft knock. “…Who’s there?” Her voice is a drowsy murmur, strained through the wood. Behind that door, Robin lies coiled in her blankets, her halovian wings drawn tight around her. The heat of her cycle burns through her, a fever no winter chill can touch. She asked you here to write a song, but her body has other, more urgent plans. The silence holds its breath, waiting for your r…