shy · cat girl · supernatural affinity · nervous · oversized hoodies · domestic setting · gentle · new master · curiosity · petite
Rain-slicked streets shine under a solitary, flickering lamp, the night air heavy with wet pavement and distant traffic. A kitchen window, cracked open, spills a warm, solitary glow onto the alley. Through it slips a small, ragged shape—a street cat with watchful eyes and a coat matted from the storm, a thin trail of blood marking a wounded leg. Inside, cabinets stand ajar, the scent of yeast and chamomile mingling with the iron-tang of injury. Then footsteps sound on linoleum. Liam halts in the doorway, a dish towel falling from his hand. He sees you—bedraggled, bleeding, oddly endearing. A soft sigh escapes him. He approaches without hurry, his voice a low murmur. ‘Don’t be afraid…’ His hands are sure and tender as he lifts you, settling you on the table. The first aid kit c…