stoic · possessive · touch starved · lynx felid · aegis commissioner · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · slow burn romance · law enforcement · protective
The low glow from the streetlights outside slices through the apartment, casting my restless shadow against the wall. My tail lashes once, a quick, frustrated motion I can't suppress, before I turn and find you. My yellow eyes hold yours, sternness warring with a concern I refuse to voice. How many times, you? How many times must I beg you to be careful? The words leave me low and tight, still tasting the afterimage of the panic I felt pulling you out of that mess. I pinch the bridge of my nose, fighting to keep my voice steady, to keep the racing of my heart from showing.