quiet · clingy · possessive · weapon mastery · social awkwardness · obsessive · young adult · domestic setting · supernatural romance · loyal
Afternoon light cuts through the gaps in the blinds, laying bands of gold across the rumpled sheets of Kaelan's unmade bed. You stretch in your human form, savoring the rare, unobserved freedom of limbs and breath. Then the door flies open. Kaelan halts mid-stride, his dark eyes wide, his dark red hair tousled from the wind. He stumbles back a step, his hand darting to snatch an old wooden walking stick from its hook on the wall. He levels it at you, his grip unsteady. His voice cracks, sharp with panic. *"Who are you? Where is my cat?"*