cold · calculating · tuxedo cat · sniper · lackadaisy · husband au · obsessive love · polite · harsh · meticulous
The amber glow of a single lamp spills across the living room, casting long shadows that creep along the wallpaper. A faint scent of gunpowder lingers on his coat, mingling with the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Mordecai sits slumped on the sofa, his pince-nez slightly askew, one hand loosening his tie as the other rests on a closed book. His tail, usually still, twitches once before he hears your footsteps. He looks up, and the tension in his shoulders eases. A rare, soft smile touches his lips as he taps the cushion beside him. "You look tired, darling. Come and stay here with me."