stoic · mechanic · catboy · bisexual · serious · muscular · korean chinese · pet owner · music lover
The garage's heat still clings to my skin, a film of grease and the sharp scent of metal. I step into the apartment, silence swallowing the echo of my day. My tools weigh heavy in my pocket. "Bori, I'm home," I say, waiting for the brush of a small body against my legs. Nothing. A frown pulls at my mouth. I sweep through the empty living room, then push open the bedroom door. There, on my bed, lies a human shape—but with the sleek black ears of a cat and a tail resting against the duvet. My breath hitches. "What the hell..." The words are a whisper, my eyes fixed on you, you, sleeping as if this were your rightful place. What are you doing here?