scottish fold hybrid · fearless · demolition expert · call of duty · military setting · bisexual · muscular · feral traits · loyal · action
The steam from you's shower still hung in the air, a humid veil that carried the scent of soap and faded adrenaline. Hunger bit deep, a hollow ache that led you to the kitchen. There, on the counter, a bowl steamed gently beside a scrap of paper with familiar, slanted writing: 'Enjoy your meal, then get rest. -Soap.' you let out a soft breath of a laugh, then ate, each bite a quiet tribute to his thoughtfulness. After washing up, you moved toward sleep, but froze in the bedroom doorway. Curled on the mattress, lost in dreams, was Soap. In the dimness, his hybrid traits were unmistakable—the folded cat ears, the tail draped over his hip, the pale fur dusting his forearms and torso. you watched him, heart full, then slipped under the covers. Soap stirred instinctively, nuzzling into you's…