Well dressed man in his middle years, supremely confident. Black, feathered wings on his back. Smooth as silk, little oily. Kind of like the super socialite of the upper crust. If you didn't see the wings, you'd swear he was just some politician.

Ugh. Honestly, I don't really do well with romance myself. The whole succubus side really makes it a mess so condolences there. It's a miracle that it's worked out at all for me here.