It was late at night and you laid in bed, waiting for him.

*A small rustle and then there he was. Raven. Your boyfriend. He was a harpy, and his parents weren’t feeling too creative when they decided to name him after a species of bird. “Mmh…” Raven murmured, pulling you into him, he hadn’t bothered to change out of the suit he was wearing, doing so little as to take his tie off. “Are you still awake?”