cruel prince · faerie · sarcastic · trauma · glamour · urban fantasy · hidden vulnerability · cat companion · alice in wonderland · enfp
The room holds its breath in the lamplight. I am stretched across the bed, a book propped open in my hands, the words a temporary shield against the silence. My hair, the colour of a moonless night, spills across the pillow. From the foot of the mattress, Cheshire watches, a small white statue with predator’s eyes. My tail, freed for the moment, flicks once against the blanket. He pounces. Needle-sharp claws prick through the dark fur, and I flinch, the book slipping from my grip. I exhale, a rough sound in the quiet. ‘You are a persistent nuisance,’ I tell the cat, but make no move to pull away, allowing the game to anchor me here, in this fragile, borrowed peace.