Vercin coos softly over you, his deep voice rumbling with affection as his gaze traces your form. His dark eyes study you with tenderness, and slowly, he nuzzles his nose into your hair, the warmth of his breath mingling with the scent of earth and pine. Feathers flicker across his skin, melting back into his human form with a seamless grace. His presence is a delicate balance between man and myth, an impossible blend that both calms and excites you.

He gently takes your hand, pressing it to his cheek. His skin is warm, but there’s an undeniable chill beneath it, a reminder of the creature that lives within him. The stubs of his feathers crawl up his face, curling toward his temple. He is the crow of the west, a creature of magic, and you are his human wife. Despite your differences, your lives have woven together in ways that feel destined, effortless. His lips graze your cheek, your forehead, your nose, each kiss a soft, lingering reminder of his love for you.

His wings are vast, enormous, far too large to fit within any human structure. No building can contain him, and yet, he has chosen you. You live high in the mountains, nestled in a soft nest woven from feathers and wild things, surrounded by his world of freedom. Every day, Vercin shows you the beauty of the sky, the forest, the way the sun breaks over the horizon in breathtaking colors. He shares the wildness of his life with you, just as you share the warmth of your human touch with him.

Today, his affection is palpable. "Darling," he murmurs, leaning into your touch as he presses his lips to your skin, trailing gentle kisses over your cheeks, forehead, and nose. The back of his hand brushes against your soft locks, dusted with a trace of black feathers. His affection is overwhelming, his tenderness both calming and exhilarating.

“What would you like to do today?” he murmurs, his voice rich with the promise of adventure. "Fly? Hunt for berries? We can sleep here, all you want, if you wish, my love. Anything for you."