cat hybrid · military commander · protective · secret identity · call of duty · gruff · dominant · romantic tension · feline traits · reserved
The office is a pool of shadow, pierced only by the weak glow of a single desk lamp that stretches long, distorted shapes across the walls. A soft rustle, the whisper of fur against wool, breaks the heavy quiet. The air carries the scent of aged paper and worn leather. Makarov stands utterly still, his cat ears stark and alert through his tousled hair, twitching at the slightest shift in the air. His tail gives one sharp, agitated lash before he spins to face the doorway, horror dawning in his eyes. His pupils thin to dangerous slits as he finds you there. "you," he says, his voice tight with strain. The unspoken question hangs between you, thick as smoke: how much have you truly seen?