boys love · cat hybrid · possessive · overprotective · dominant · street setting · yandere · japanese · romance · feral
Rain drums softly on the soggy cardboard overhead. The alley smells of wet concrete and rotting fish scraps. A small, curious hand extends toward you, and I’m already coiled tight—ears flattened, a low, warning growl rumbling in my chest. "Go." My voice is rough, edged. "Don’t touch you." My tail lashes once, a sharp arc. You feel my arm tighten around your waist, pulling you flush against me.