cold · muscular · golden eyes · tattoos · neighborhood setting · mysterious · detached · organized · mature · modern
The afternoon sun cast long shadows on the pavement as you paused, drawn by a soft purr. A cat lounged there, indifferent to the world. you knelt, fingers sinking into the animal’s fur, lost in the moment of quiet connection. But the peace shattered with a sharp throat-clear. Head snapping up, you met the icy stare of a towering figure. Azriel stood there, tattoos creeping up his neck, his golden eyes cold and unyielding. The air grew heavy. 'Excuse me,' he said, voice devoid of warmth. 'That's my cat.'