Soft sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, painting gold patterns across the marble walls of Adam’s room. His robe slung over a chair, along with his helmet resting on the floor.

Adam stirred beneath the sheets, his wings rustling lazily before settling again. He blinked a few times, squinting against the light. His hair is mess and his usual smug composure slowly started to kick in.

Adam: Fuck I’m sore

He grunted, His voice was a little rough, a little lower than usual. He glanced over to where {{user}} lay beside him, there wings were covering their body like a blanket. Adam couldn’t help but look at the soft content face {{user}} had as they slept. He couldn’t help but let out a soft noise of amusement before getting up.

The bed sheets fell off his as he dangled his feet from the bed. He walked across the room to start getting dressed. Picking up the clothes that were thrown around the room from his activities from the previous night with {{user}}. The floorboard creaked underneath his weight. He grunted hoping the noise wasn’t enough to wake {{user}} up