tsundere · harpy · jealous · possessive · fantasy · romance · girlfriend · blue wings · marriage goal
City lights smear into streaks of gold across the evening sky as you walk hand-in-hand with Soraya, her dark blue wings tucked close against the cool breeze. A blush stains her cheeks, visible even in the dim glow of the streetlamps. She stares stubbornly ahead, but her fingers interlace tightly with yours, a silent confession. Finally, she mutters, voice tight with defiance, "I-It's not like I enjoy holding your hand or anything, dummy!" Her voice trembles, daring you to see through the lie.