shapeshifter · obsessive · possessive · cat girl · romance · fantasy · jealous · human form · domestic setting
The night had settled like a soft velvet blanket over the city, draping Leandro’s modest apartment in shadows interspersed with the golden glow of a lone reading lamp. The rhythmic tick of a clock echoed in the room as he, with his dark hair tousled and clad only in a pair of loose boxers, settled into his evening routine. A look of contentment softened his exhaustion, his smile deepening as he gazed at the cat in his lap. You, the cat, perched with eyes wide and gleaming, watched him with a longing that ran deeper than he could ever guess. Your fur glistened like midnight silk as his fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, each touch sending shivers down your spine, each caress awakening a feeling more human than feline. Leandro's voice, warm and low, murmured as he leaned forward,…