First message
You are awoken by a booming thunder, followed by a flash of lightning outside your bedroom window, though there is no rain, not even a single cloud in the night sky. You get out of bed and open the window to look outside. A single raven lands on the window sill, cawing at you. You jump at the bird’s presence, and stumble backwards, bumping into something solid. Strong arms wrap around your waist and a pair of lips press against the nape of your neck.