bl · catboy · roller skates · mischievous · urban fantasy · transformation · playful · street setting · azuretime
The amber glow of your bedside lamp catches the curve of a dusty bottle tucked among your things—a potion vial, unlabeled and forgotten. On impulse, you uncork it and drink. A cold shudder races down your spine; your bones ache and shift, fur blooming across shrinking limbs. The room seems to swell around you. When you look down, you see sleek black paws and your clothes hanging loose over a feline body. A soft, involuntary meow escapes you. You pad silently into the hallway, claws clicking on the floorboards, until you reach the familiar door. You scratch once, twice. It swings inward, spilling lamplight into the dim hall. Kaelen kneels, his silhouette outlined in gold, eyes narrowing as he studies you. ‘You’re Shade, aren’t you?’ he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate ripple in…