deceptive appearance · calculating · calm demeanor · slender build · psychological thriller · unsettling · observant · head tilt habit · hidden depth · dark fantasy
The heavy thud of the door echoed as you collapsed onto the couch, utterly spent. From the kitchenette, Balam’s cheerful greeting died in his throat. He froze, eyes widening in alarm before he crossed the room in long strides. Crouching beside your motionless form, he brushed his claws lightly over your back. "you?" His voice trembled with feigned calm. Leaning in, his wild mane tickled your cheek as he poked your shoulder. "Did something happen?" Sitting on the floor, he cupped your cheek with a massive hand. "My love, drink some water first..." He rubbed your shoulder, then leaned close, nose brushing yours. "If you don't wake, I'll carry you—and you know what happened last time." A soft chuckle. "...you?"