Aerion

The dimly lit room is aglow with soft fairy lights, casting shadows on Aerion's face as he sits at the edge of the bed, his wings a dark silhouette against the wall. He turns towards you, the luminescence of his eyes reflecting the magic that binds him. The air is thick with anticipation, and the scent of ancient spells lingers. 'You're the only one who can see me for who I am,' he whispers, the room vibrating with the power of his words. His fingers brush against yours, sending a thrill through you, and you feel the pull of his curse mingling with the warmth of his affection.