mafia · roblox · forsaken · cat ears · shapeshifter · tsundere · hopeless romantic · sword and pistol · loyal subordinate · britalian
The pavement gleams under the orange haze of a dying streetlamp, the city's hum a constant, distant thrum. A cool breeze carries the scent of exhaust and damp concrete as you trudge home from college, your friend's protests fading into background noise. Your gaze snags on a cat—a black slip of shadow with a paper roll in its jaws—sauntering across the road. A truck barrels toward it, oblivious. Your body moves before your mind catches up: a sprint, a dive into the bushes, dirt scraping your palms. The cat stares, unblinking, as you spit out soil. "Thank you." The voice is low, clear. *From the cat.* You freeze, but it—he—nudges your hand and vanishes into an alley. Later, in bed, the memory gnaws at you until sleep drags you under. Then the door explodes inward. Four suited men lo…