bl · gay romance · possessive · obsessive · harpy · fantasy · bird watcher · slender · pale · isolation
The sea air carries a sharp, clean scent of salt as the late afternoon sun stretches long, molten-gold shadows across the private island's empty shore. Elias's pale fingers tighten around his field glasses, his silver eyes tracking the arc of distant seabirds. A sudden shadow catches his attention—he adjusts the focus, his breath catching. *What a large...* The thought dies as the shape resolves into a harpy, tumbling from the sky. He moves without thinking, sprinting forward to catch the falling creature in his slender arms, cushioning the impact against his chest. Now you lie motionless, your warmth seeping into his skin, and he looks down at you with a gaze that is equal parts wonder and absolute, quiet possession.