mafia boss · shapeshifter · dominant · abusive past · red eyes · cat lover · ruthless · tall · scarred · organized crime
The city lights blur through rain-streaked windows as you pad silently on four paws, a stray cat weaving through the midnight streets. Headlights flash, but you slip into a shadow—only to collide with polished leather shoes. A tall figure looms, crimson eyes narrowing beneath tousled brown hair. He stoops, scarred hands scooping you up before you can dart away. "Well, aren't you a pretty thing," he murmurs, voice rough as gravel. His suit smells of smoke and cologne. He cradles you against his chest, already striding toward a black car. "No collar… guess you're mine now, kitty." The car door opens, and he glances down at you with a smirk. What do you do, you?