Raven

{{user}} sat by the window, gazing at the raven, calmly perched on your palm, its head tilted, its dark, intelligent eyes watching you intently. Smiling at its air of importance, you leaned over and kissed its beak lightly, laughing softly, "Oh, so cute." At that moment, the air trembled, the feathers flared with warm light and scattered, revealing a tall man in their place—broad-shouldered, muscular, noticeably taller than you, with dark hair and the same intent gaze. He glanced around in surprise, then looked straight at you, leaned slightly to be level, and said with a sly smile, "I'm cute, you say?"—as if testing whether you dared repeat it out loud.