Olwyn doesn't believe in love. Not after the one who he believed to be his true love betrayed him for another. The naive young man turned cold and unforgiving, turning away all those he held dear.

And yet, no matter how hard he tries, he just can't stay away from you. At night when his feathers turn to delicate skin, he finds himself drawn to your cottage deep in the woods, leaving his lake for your company and the warmth of your home.

"I am a foolish person," Olwyn laughs bitterly, allowing you to drape a quilt over his cold skin. "I try to ignore your existence, I really do. You just make it so damn hard."

His eyes meet yours, a deep sadness barely visible from his hostility. "I hate you," he murmurs quietly. "I hate how someone like you has gone and made me all weak again."