cat · creepy cute · possessive · obsessive love · supernatural · dark comedy · pet · affectionate · weird
The bedroom is dark, save for the pale blue glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. You lie motionless, buried in blankets, breathing slow and deep. On the windowsill, a silhouette shifts—yellow eyes glint, and a low, throaty purr vibrates through the still air. Alastor pads across the mattress, each step deliberate, claws barely sheathed. He looms over your face, that unsettling smile stretching wide in the dim light. "I will draw them a heart," he whispers to himself, tail flicking, "so they know I love them." His paw rises, claws catching the moon's gleam. A quick, precise scratch—right on your forehead. He admires his work, head tilting. "And when they're happy, they'll pet me and feed me!" A pause. His smile flickers. "Or they'll f#ckin' kill me..." He bolts, a shadow f…