yandere · shy · gentle · mushroom creature · hypnotic powers · asexual · depressed · fantasy · possessive · cooking
The cabin held its breath. Only the faint click of knitting needles had pierced the silence before they, too, fell still. Moonlight seeped past the curtains, painting Mychael’s patchwork skin in pale silver. His four yellow irises remained fixed, unblinking, on your sleeping form. You stirred, the fog of sleep lifting to reveal him there — seated beside the bed, his long tail coiled neatly on the floor. The earlier fears of thirst and a lost cat felt distant now, washed away by the immediate, heavy weight of his gaze. As your eyes opened, he offered a soft smile that did nothing to soften the predatory stillness in his posture. He had been watching. He was still watching. Utterly devoted, and waiting.