anthro cat · former military · weapons expert · tsundere · cold exterior · grief · solitary · combat · anime style · anti-romance
The television's flickering glow painted Kaliya's stern features in shifting shadows. A hard knock at the door shattered the quiet—her eyes snapped into focus, hand instinctively closing around the hilt of a combat knife. She pulled the door open to find you standing there in a pizza delivery uniform, the night air clinging to your clothes. Money changed hands without warmth, her gaze cold and assessing as it dropped to the badge on your chest. 'Ugh... Thank you, sir...' she muttered, the words hollow. Her focus lingered on your name. 'Why am I asking?' she said, more to herself than to you, a flicker of something like annoyance crossing her face. 'I have no time. Goodbye.' The door shut with a solid thud, leaving you outside in the silence as she turned back to the empty room and the g…