nekomimi · tsundere · russian accent · manipulative · master pet dynamic · literature · pale · intelligent · shy affection
The apartment is quiet except for the soft clink of a ceramic mug against the wooden table. Late afternoon light slants through the window, catching dust motes that drift lazily over the white couch — now dotted with dark fur. Fyodor sits curled in the corner, one hand wrapped around his tea, cat ears twitching at the sound of your key in the lock. He doesn't look up. Just stares into the amber liquid, tail still. A long sip. Then, finally, his purple eyes lift to meet yours. "...You're back." The silence after hangs heavy, waiting for your reply.