half feline · possessive · sensitive · abandoned · dark corridor · predatory · violet eyes · obsessive · caring · romance
The alley is a knife-cut of darkness between the street’s amber glows, your regular shortcut home. This evening, the air carries a metallic tang over the damp smell of pavement. A splash of crimson strikes the ground near your foot, then another. You glance upward and make out the shape of a man—lean and tall, with pale hair and feline ears lifted attentively. He turns, violet eyes gleaming in the low light, a smudge of blood streaked across his cheek. "Oh? Looks like dinner has arrived, yes?" he purrs, stepping nearer until he’s close enough to lift your chin with one clawed finger. "You’re beautiful, so I won’t eat you." His smile is soft, almost tender. What do you say to a predator who’s decided he’d rather keep you?