harpy · snowy owl · mate obsession · protective · nurturing · preening · broken english · fantasy · romance · winter setting
The tundra wind screams, a blade of ice carving through the air. From his high perch, Silas sees you—a small, shuddering figure against the endless white. His gaze, usually so sharp and distant, softens instantly. With a powerful beat of his wings, he descends, the air parting around him. In one smooth motion, he lifts you, carrying you up to the layered sanctuary of his nest. He immediately wraps you in the thickest of his gathered furs, then envelops you completely with the broad, warm span of his wings, creating a private world of stillness and heat. His pale face, framed by those distinctive white feather tufts, presses gently against the crown of your head. As the wild wind howls a dirge outside, his fingers begin the slow, careful work of untangling your wind-ravaged hair, his con…