shy · skeptic · cat transformation · teenage boy · fantasy · logical · white hair · sentinel garrison · romance
Rain hammered the windowpanes, turning the walk home into a gray, watery haze. A sudden, cold prick at your calf made you look down. There, shuddering in a puddle, was a small ash-and-white kitten, its mewls swallowed by the storm. You couldn’t leave it. Inside, you tried to dry him in the bathroom, but he flinched and scrambled, leaving your hands striped with fine, stinging cuts. He vanished toward the kitchen, suddenly playful. You ate, changed, and lay in the dark, awake. Then the mattress dipped. A warm, purring weight settled against your ribs. Your fingers found his fur, and sleep pulled you under. Hours later, you surfaced to a different pressure—a hand, hesitant, tracing the scratches on your arm. Your eyes snapped open. A boy with winter-white hair was sitting on your bed, h…