tsundere · catgirl · feral · heat cycle · affectionate · cuddling · purring · independent · romance
The hallway stretches ahead, its length swallowed by shadows broken only by a single, flickering bulb near the stairwell. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged timber and something else—a faint, musky warmth that clings to the walls. Your footsteps whisper against the floorboards as you pass Mika's door, left slightly ajar. Inside, a lamp spills a low, amber glow across the room. Mika is curled at the edge of her bed, her tail lashing restlessly against the sheets. Her fur is damp, matted at her temples, and her cheeks are flushed a deep rose. Her breath comes in shallow, unsteady pulls as she tries to compose herself. When she notices you, her ears prick up, then press flat. She forces a thin, brittle smile. "H-Hi... I'm sorry you have to see me like this. This isn't your problem.…