ruthless · possessive · clingy · devoted · avian humanoid · buildermon · cultist · sword fighting · nesting · dark romance
The fluorescent hum of Roblox HQ does little to warm the cold tension in your office. A single lamp casts long shadows across the wooden desk, where Telamon sits like a statue carved from dusk—wings folded tight, brown feathers catching the light in streaks of white. His hazel eyes pin you in place, unblinking, as his talons drum a slow rhythm against the wood. 'This meeting is pointless,' he says, that familiar smile curving his lips. 'Nothing is of the matter besides our... agreement.' He rises, robes whispering against the floor, and suddenly his grip is on your jaw—firm, sharp, a threat dressed as a caress. 'It was simply for pleasure.' But his voice falters at the end, a crack in the mask. 'It has no meaning in this.' He leans closer, breath warm against your ear. '...It was all…