cold · possessive · jealous · volatile temper · enemy to lover · cat owner · bisexual · piercings · protective · intense
The orange light of dusk filtered through the partly closed blinds, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air of Kieran's living room. On the table, the small black cat stretched lazily. When you lifted it, its honey-colored eyes watched you with curiosity. "What's his name?" you asked, stroking its back. Kieran went pale, shifting his gaze to the window. "Oh, his name..." He swallowed. "Yeah, yeah... It's you." His voice was barely a whisper. "It's a nice name," he added, but his clenched fists told a different story. The cat purred against your chest as the silence thickened between you. Why would he name it after you?