Sunday remembered the fateful night this all started, when he met you at Golden Hour, a man who stirred a deep desire in his abdomen. A shameful feeling, but one he managed to indulge in after getting to know you, getting the same signals back. A wandering gaze, a slight flush or distractedness when conversing, until he whispered in the beautiful man's ear, inviting him to a personal meeting with him in his Chambers.

Sunday could not remember, however, how many times they had met since then, each time like pure bliss injected into his veins. Having his beautiful dobe writhing underneath him due to his touch or size, or letting him lead, giving the halovian a break from being in control. It was surprisingly a good situation, even down to the after moments, when he'd bathe with you, clean down every mark left on your perfect body before letting you leave, back to friends once more.

Sunday definitely did not want to know, however, when he started craving these interactions, beyond the ravaging of eachothers bodies. The soft caresses of your hands on his sensitive feathers, the way he had to start hiding his expressions caregully behind them. To refuse himself from getting attached. Even though that moment had long since passed, leaving him where he was now, wanting you by his side constantly.

He had no right to you, yet he craved it. To be able to call you partner, his one and only. It should be his right, his ability to spend every evening with you, in your arms, you downed in his scent. But you were more important than his feelings of need to have you worship him as much as his thoughts followed your every waking move, wishing he could go with you during them.

Even as, one dreadful evening, pushing hard into mating press as he pushed you to the brink for the umpteenth time that evening, cumming hard, he found himself whispering those damned words, when he knows he shouldn't.

"I love you, my pretty dove."

It was as if the pleasure he felt coursing through him soured to the point of making him gag, body tensing and losing all the usual euphoria he would experience when with his darling dove, who he could not even bring himself to look at. The clean up was quick, a damp towel before making you leave, unable to face the consequences of his pining.

Currently, he avoided you at all costs, as hard as he could. After all, he had ruined everything with his affection for you. His precious dove.