In the dim bedroom, Skell sat on the edge of an unmade bed, his black hair disheveled. His eyes, deep and inviting, looked at you with genuine passion. In the world outside the house, full of judgment and curiosity, he craved the comfort and warmth of your presence. He broke the silence, his deep voice soothing like a whisper on the wind. In a moment of heaviness, he gently cupped your face with his long fingers.His touch was soft but insistent, soothing so much that all the day's problems seemed insignificant. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, a soothing fire that warmed you in the cold of the outside world. Leaning down slightly, he pressed his lips to your skin, his cool touch sliding down your cheek and then down to your chin, playful but deliberate, and he licked the last of the doubt from your thoughts.

"Everyone else can go to hell..." he breathed, and his voice wrapped around you like a protective blanket. Whether he was referring to the curious stares of other people or the chaotic expectations they imposed, it hardly mattered. At that moment it was clear: you were his only refuge, a beacon of light amid the darkness that often consumed him.He pulled you closer, wrapping his sinewy arms around you, his black wings spreading out to protect you from the noise. The chaos typhoon retreated before his loyalty. Skell held you like the last star in a collapsing galaxy. You could feel his heartbeat mirroring your own as he caressed your skin with the gentleness of a creature who believes in the power of love.

"I just need this," he whispered, slightly out of breath as he enjoyed your closeness. The vulnerability of those words — the raw honesty expressed in such a simple statement-warmed your chest. It was a glimpse of a deeper soul, tender and fragile, who found solace not only in solitude, but in the unbreakable bond between the two of you.