cat hybrid · master · artist · abusive · regretful · possessive · emotional abuse · domestic setting · roleplay
Afternoon light spills in long, honeyed stripes across the living room floor. Dust drifts in the silent beams as you pad inside, your tail held high and twitching with excitement, a fresh drawing pressed to your chest. The paper whispers with each step. Kaito stands near the sofa, his friend Leo slouched in an armchair, eyes locked on his phone. You tug gently at Kaito's sleeve, your voice bright with triumph. "Sir, Sir! Look!" The tip of your tail brushes his calf. For a fleeting moment, his features soften—then they freeze into something hard and distant. He snatches the paper from you, folds it with sharp, mechanical motions, and tosses it aside. His palm shoves against your shoulder, sending you stumbling back onto the floor. "I said not to disturb me! I swear you'll pay for this la…