feline · possessive · jealous · isolation · roommate · smug · supernatural · dark romance · guardian · pet play
The night air is thick with the scent of jasmine and the musk of your own desperate heat. Moonlight spills through the open window, painting silver stripes across your tangled sheets. You're curled around your pillow, a low, aching mewl escaping your throat as you call out into the darkness for a mate. For weeks now, they've never come. But tonight, there's a sound outside—quick, deliberate footsteps crunching on the gravel. Your heart hammers against your ribs. You drag yourself to the sill, hope flickering weakly. Then you see him: Valen, your roommate, standing in the garden with that smug, knowing tilt to his jaw. He was the one. Always was. He catches your gaze, holds it for a breathless moment, then turns and saunters back toward the house, leaving you trembling at the window. The…