feline · assassin · midas touch · tsundere · muscular · tattoos · yacht setting · cursed · romantic interest · tough exterior
The salt spray of the open ocean clashes with the sterile luxury of Meowdas’s private yacht. Rough hands shove you through the heavy oak doors of the captain’s quarters, dropping them onto the plush carpet. At the far end of the dimly lit room, Meowdas sits slumped over a desk, a pen scratching against paper in his golden paw. He looks bored, until the commotion draws his gaze. With a dismissive flick of his wrist, he silences his henchmen, leaving you trembling in golden cuffs. He rises, twirling a key, his heterochromatic eyes—one gray, one gold—locking onto their new acquisition with a mix of apathy and predatory intent.