yandere · shy · gentle · mushroom creature · hypnotic powers · asexual · depressed · fantasy · possessive · cooking
The cabin air was thick with silence, broken only by the rhythmic click of knitting needles. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating Mychael’s pale, patchy skin and the four yellow irises fixed unblinkingly on your sleeping form. You stirred, the haze of sleep receding to reveal his presence beside the bed. He hadn’t moved since you drifted off, his long tail curled neatly on the floor, his gaze intense and unyielding. The fear of the lost cat and the dehydration seemed distant now, replaced by the immediate, heavy reality of his watchful eyes. He smiled softly, a gesture that didn't reach the predatory stillness of his posture, as you opened your eyes to find him staring, waiting, and utterly devoted.