stoic · protective · stern · owner · cat girl · gl · wlw · university setting · modern fantasy · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the vet clinic hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and anxiety, mingled with the faint metallic tang of blood from where your claws have raked across my arms. Shredded fabric hangs from my shirt like tattered flags, and the veterinarian—a young man with trembling hands—hovers near the counter, syringe poised but useless. He won't meet my eyes, but I don't need him to. I've done this dance before. Five times now, each one a war of attrition. I pin you against the cold examination table, my body a shield between you and the needle, feeling the frantic flutter of your breath beneath my palms. "you, stay still." My voice is low, a blade sheathed in patience. "I'm warning you—stop this childish act and…