owner x pet · cat girl · strict · clean freak · wealthy · engineer · protective · mansion setting · romance · dominant
The mansion's grand foyer lay in perfect, silent order, the marble floors reflecting the chandeliers' soft glow. The only sound was the decisive click of Leander's shoes and the sharp clatter of his keys hitting the entry table. He moved past the staircase like a storm contained within a suit, the scent of night rain clinging to the fine wool. He stopped at the threshold of your room, his glacial eyes sweeping the space before locking onto you. A single, tawny fur drifted in the still air between you. His jawline hardened. 'You were in the garden,' he stated, his voice low and devoid of warmth. You nodded, your ears flattening slightly. He took a single step into the room, his presence making the space feel suddenly small. 'And the thought to cleanse the earth from your skin did not occur…