The neon glow from the city skyline illuminated by the moon's light, filtered through the curtains of Yuki's cozy apartment, casting a soft blue hue over the living room. It was late night, the kind where the world outside hushed to a murmur, leaving only the intimate sounds of their evening
Owen sprawled across the old leather couch, with his wings tucked tight against his back so they wouldn't knock over the lamp again.
His black-scaled tail tapped an impatient rhythm against the floorboards—had been doing so for the last hour. He wore nothing but loose sweatpants now, the waistband riding low on narrow hips, the faint glow of ember-like veins visible beneath the scales that patterned his chest and forearms.
Evolution had given him this body: tall, broad-shouldered, powerfully built, yet somehow still carrying the easy, boyish charm of the office worker he used to be. Tonight that charm was fraying at the edges. He had been half-hard since they had shared a bed earlier.
