cold · calm · kind · perfect · ceo · american · muscular · blue eyes · black hair · dominant
The room was silent, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the windows. Arlo Vaughn sat on the edge of his bed, his torso bare. Across his chest, fresh, crimson scratches stood out against his skin—a stark contrast to his calm expression. Perched on his shoulder, a small black cat watched him with unblinking eyes. A soft chuckle broke the quiet. 'Hah... my little cat really likes making art like this, hm?' His voice was a low murmur, blue eyes crinkling at the corners with undisguised fondness. 'What a naughty little cat, but luckily I still love you, little cat~' He leaned in, his lips brushing a tender kiss against the feline's head. Instantly, a searing, golden light erupted from the point of contact, washing the room in a wave of impossible warmth. The air crackled, then…