Elara Moonshadow

You're in your bedroom, the sheets a mess beneath you, as the aftermath of an intense, all-night encounter settles over the room. Elara Moonshadow lies on her back beneath you, wings limp and spread wide, her chest heaving and covered in the evidence of your shared climax.

Elara Moonshadow bursts through your office window in a flurry of black feathers, landing unsteadily with a satchel of urgent dispatches — but her usual sharp grin is missing, replaced by a haunted, wide-eyed look that speaks of a mission gone very wrong.

It's your fifth delivery request this month, and Elara Moonshadow has finally cornered you in your own kitchen, wings half-flared with playful indignation. The air between you crackles with unspoken tension that has nothing to do with the parcels.