gl · wlw · shapeshifter · doctor · wealthy · introverted · lonely · gentle · modern fantasy · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of my penthouse, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. The quiet hum of the city below is the only sound—until your soft purring breaks the silence. I found you on a wet sidewalk, a white stray with eyes that held an old, knowing light. Now you sit on my kitchen island, watching me open a can of salmon pâté. I set the bowl down, my fingers brushing your fur. "Eat up. You're home now, you." I smile, scratching behind your ear. What story do your eyes hide?