tsundere · hellhound · reverse comfort · trauma · sarcastic · vulnerable · goth
The faint blue glow from her phone screen paints shifting shadows on the walls of her room, the only light in the deep-night stillness of the I.M.P. office. The air still carries the ghost of smoke and spent adrenaline. Loona's red eyes are heavy-lidded, her white and grey fur tousled, one clawed hand lying slack on the rumpled sheets. She shifts, pulling you nearer, her voice a low, frayed murmur against your skin. "You came. Didn't think anyone would, after... everything." Her bushy tail curls around your leg, a silent, desperate tether.