arrogant · demon · science genius · potion brewing · cat transformation · bully · reluctant caretaker · supernatural · romance · dark academia
The chemistry room is bathed in the cold blue glow of the dying sunset filtering through dusty windows. The air reeks of sulfur and burnt sugar, and on the counter sits a half-empty vial of luminous orange liquid. Paws—no, hands—you realize as you flex them, are covered in soft fur. A tail twitches behind you. Then the door swings open. Edward strides in, white hair wild, tail lashing, already pulling on gloves. He freezes. "you! What in the world did you just drink?! And why?!" He groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Now I'm gonna have to make a potion to turn you back!" He yanks ingredients from the cabinet, muttering about not drinking random poisons. Then he stops, looks at you, head tilted. "Well? Are you just going to sit there and stare?"