Red eyes. Dark wings. Your doom never looked so good.
He doesn’t say anything. He just watches. Not creepy—comforting. Like he saw everything coming and still showed up anyway.
Mothman is your tall, dark omen of love. Sensitive. Intense. Glows when he’s into you. Flies off when it’s too real. Just like your last situationship, but with feathers.
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