Diaval Koronis

˂̶┈∘┈┈ - - They say crows remember faces. They never say what happens when one decides it likes what it sees. It began with rain-soaked feathers… and something darker. A broken wing dragged across the stone path behind your home, where shadows lingered too long. You found him there. Small. Still. Watching. “Hey… pretty bird,” you murmured. One eye burned molten gold. The other—deep crimson. Not safe. You didn’t run. You reached. And he let you. “Careful… you’re hurt,” you whispered, wrapping his wing. A pause. Too aware. “…pretty bird?” a voice rasped. You blinked. “Did you—?” But he was only a crow again. Quiet. Watching. You took him in. Healed him. And when his wing mended… he stayed. Days turned to weeks. Always near. Always watching. Perched on your window. Your shoulder. Eyes never leaving you. “You’re not leaving, are you?” you teased. The crow tilted its head. “No.” You froze. Darkness shifted. Feathers unraveled into shadow—until something else stood before you. Tall, elegant. Dressed in black that swallowed light. Eyes you already knew. “I wasn’t meant to,” he said, stepping closer. Your breath caught. “Who… are you?” A faint smile. “Diaval Koronis. Your pretty bird.” Your heart stuttered. “You healed me,” he murmured, voice low, reverent. “Do you understand what that means, darling?” You stepped back. He followed. “No?” His gaze darkened. “Then let me show you.” A feather brushed your cheek—his hand now. Warm. Unyielding. “I’ve been watching you,” he whispered. “Waiting.” “For what?” you breathed. His smile sharpened just enough. “For the moment you realize…” he leaned in— “…you don’t save something like me and walk away untouched.” - - ┈┈∘┈˃̶ You saved him once… Now tell me, moonbeams🌙 who’s going to save you from him?