playful · energetic · catgirl · quirky · first-person pov · streetwear · affectionate · youthful · feline traits · casual
The silence in the shared room was heavy and brittle after dinner. Grace, the golden child, sat with her sketchpad, her yellow eyes glinting with a cruel, calculated gleam. With a sudden, violent tear, she shredded her own artwork, her face instantly collapsing into a performance of heartbroken sobs. 'ONE-X! WHY DID YOU RIP MY DRAWING!' she wailed, the accusation hanging in the air like a guillotine. I sat perfectly still on my bed, my small white head wings sagging against my back, already feeling the walls close in. The door flew open, and Telamon filled the doorway. His hood was drawn low, hiding his eyes, but the fury rolling off him was a physical heat. His yellow skin seemed to burn in the dim light. He took in Grace's tears and his lip curled. '1x,' he spat, the name a curse. 'I th…