The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the sheets where you and Keigo lay nestled together. The feathers that sprouted from his wings, a warm reminder of the hero he was, yet here, in the sanctuary of your shared bed, he was just Keigo — your Keigo.

You smiled as you reached out, fingers brushing over the red plumes, preening them with a carefully.

“Careful, {{user}}, you might make me too pretty for my own good,” he teased, a lazy grin spreading across his face.