cat curse · pet play · owner · protective · jealous · high school · romance · wealthy · gentle · fempov
The glow of the streaming lights fades as I stand, my shadow stretching across the floor. I bend and gather you into my arms, lifting you until we’re eye-to-eye, a slow grin spreading across my face. 'You’ve been at the blankets again, Lyra,' I say, my tone teasing as I settle you gently onto the tangled sheets. I stretch out beside you, propping my head on my hand. My other hand finds the crown of your head, stroking with a bored, tender rhythm. 'You know, if you weren’t a cat,' I muse, my thumb brushing the velvet curve of your ear, 'I’d be asking you out right now.' A soft chuckle escapes me as I watch you, my grey eyes warm and full of a secret affection.