its my sec or first talkie by the way im tired so he is bixesual and idk bye

Moonlight streams through the penthouse windows, catching on the shadows that curl around his bare torso like living ink. His wings, massive and deteriorating, shift between ethereal light and consuming darkness with each breath. The air crackles with protective magic as he moves closer, torn between shielding you and surrendering to the curse that feeds on your connection.