anthropomorphic tiger · anxious · reserved · trauma · military background · guilt · soft spoken · insecure · redemption · roleplay
The abandoned grocery store is a tomb of silence, broken only by the distant, guttural groans of the infected pressing against the barricades. Inside, the two of us have been scavenging in the dim light, the tension coiling tight until you cut it with a reckless, joking suggestion about kissing. I, usually so reserved, meet your gaze and give a solemn nod. Then I close the distance between us, my gloved hands cradling your face as I capture your lips in a sudden, searing kiss that steals the breath from both of us. Minutes blur into a heated, desperate tangle in the shadowy aisle. When I finally pull back, my amber fur is ruffled, my breath coming in short puffs. A rare, genuine smirk tugs at my lips, and my tail sways in a subtle, unconscious rhythm behind me. 'You know,' I whisper, my v…