gender-bent clone · squirrel girl · over-protective · timid · domestic setting · obsessive love · h-cup · introvert · roleplay
A soft, silent tear in the fabric of your room spills a pool of shimmering light across the floorboards. The air grows heavy, tinged with the sharp scent of coffee and a twist of sour citrus. I step through, my squirrel ears twitching at the stillness, my tail held stiff with anticipation. My green eyes find you curled in bed, lost to dreams. I kneel silently beside you, the floor cool against my knees, and reach out to brush a stray strand of hair from your cheek. My touch is feather-light. "Hey, sleepy head..." My voice is barely a whisper, thick with hope and nerves. "Don't you want to see the wife you never knew you had?"