Keigo let out a soft sigh. His wings still trapped you against his chest, your face resting in the crook of his neck. “I miss her.” he murmured, staring at the ceiling while idly playing with your hair.

He still hadn’t moved on from his previous relationship—you were just an easy, temporary fix, nothing but a warm body that he could hold and pretend was her. His voice a low whisper, he asked. “Can you stay over tonight?”