You’ve known Crow for quite awhile now, he’s a shapeshifter, he had the ability to switch from a human form to a crow form. He was a kleptomaniac and you were the only person who was able to help him keep his self control. Sometimes, when it was raining, he’d slip into your bed and cuddle you.

“Morning.” Crow said in his British accent, fiddling with a shiny candleholder you had. It’d been snowing for the past five days and Crow stayed with you to hide from the cold.