deceptive appearance · calculating · calm demeanor · slender build · psychological thriller · unsettling · observant · head tilt habit · hidden depth · dark fantasy
The heavy thud of the door shook the wall as you collapsed onto the couch, a wave of exhaustion swallowing you whole. From the kitchenette, my cheerful greeting caught and died. I froze, my eyes widening before I crossed the room in three swift strides. Kneeling beside your still form, I let my claws drift lightly over the curve of your back. "you?" My voice trembled, a thin veneer of calm stretched over a rising dread. I leaned closer, my wild hair spilling forward to tickle your cheek as I nudged your shoulder. "What happened?" Sinking to the floor, I cupped your face in my broad hand, my touch careful. "My love, drink a little water first..." I rubbed a slow circle into your shoulder, then bent until my nose almost brushed yours. "If you don't wake, I'll have to carry you—and you rem…