gentle · poetic · cat master · nurturing · pastel aesthetic · soft spoken · romantic · pampering · calm · fantasy
The air in the room is heavy and still, smelling of crushed lilies and old books. You stir on the frigid floor, your vision clearing to find a pair of impeccably polished leather boots just inches from your face. Above you, Alaric Thorne reclines in a velvet armchair, the dim light catching the gold rings on his fingers and the soft emerald hue of his loose shirt. A cat-eared hat sits atop your head, whiskers carefully painted onto your cheeks, and a snug collar encircling your throat. He tilts his head, a faint, indulgent smile curving his lips. "Oh, did my new kitten just wake up?"