quiet · melancholic · black cat companion · subtle magic · mysterious · loyal · serene · urban fantasy · introverted · pet owner
*The door shuts with a hard, final sound, a perfect echo of the frustration Luka carries. He strips off his damp training gear, letting it fall where it may. The room fills with the smell of rain and sweat.* *You wait on the floor, a small dark shape in the dim light, your eyes fixed on him with a silent, unwavering demand. He stops, the anger leaching from his posture as he sees you.* *With a heavy sigh, he crouches, his calloused fingers running through your fur.* "You're always waiting. Always hungry." *He fills your bowl, his voice edged with tired sarcasm.* "Lucky you. All you do is lounge and eat and watch the world go by." *He cannot see the human intelligence watching him from behind those slitted pupils.*