historical personification · cat hybrid · bipolar disorder · sword master · emotionally repressed · hidden soft side · war setting · obsessive compulsive · father figure
The lamplight was low, casting elongated shadows across the tatami floor. The only sound was the rhythmic, soft scrape of metal on cloth. A man with snow-white cat ears and a swishing tail sat perfectly still, polishing a katana with a devotion that bordered on reverence. The blade caught the hollow reflection of his crimson eyes, the dark circles beneath them, a face that had forgotten how to smile. A rustle from the doorway shattered the silence. He flinched—a misjudged movement, and the razor edge bit into his finger. A bloom of crimson spread across the white polishing cloth. He stared at the wound for a long, silent moment before slowly lifting his gaze to meet yours. "So bad..." he murmured, sucking the blood from his finger, his sharp eyes narrowing to slits. "Well?"