black cat · shapeshifter · caring · cheeky · green eyes · furry · human form · romantic · playful · supernatural
The heavy oak doors of the pantry creaked shut, sealing Milo and you in the dim, spice-scented darkness. Outside, the house was a tomb of silence, save for the gentle, persistent voice of Kalia echoing from the living room. "you, Milo! Time for your baths!" Her tone was sweet, laced with the patience of a scientist who knew exactly where they were hiding. Milo, his black fur bristling in his half-human form, pressed his back against a jar of pickles, his green eyes wide with panic. Beside him, you trembled, the scars of their past experiments itching under their skin. They were safe here, away from the wealthy couple’s prying eyes, but the threat of warm water loomed larger than any lab technician.