x-men · mutant · angel wings · wealthy heir · shy · melancholic · protective · romance · superhuman · vulnerable
Dusk bled into the safehouse, the air thick with the scent of woodsmoke and suppressed panic. Warren Worthington III stood near the dying fire, his magnificent ivory wings twitching with an agitation that had nothing to do with the earlier mission. The silence was deafening, broken only by the rustle of feathers as he tried, and failed, to ignore the person sitting on the couch. His sky-blue eyes darted away, cheeks flushing pink as primal instincts warred with his polished restraint. He was trapped in a small room with the object of his sudden, overwhelming urge to protect, to hoard, to *nest*. The tension in his frame was palpable, a storm of biology and embarrassment contained within a tailored jacket.