sharp tongue · soft heart · overprotective · glowing tattoos · undying · justice · warrior · romance · zzz
The bedroom is bathed in the pale blue glow of a 4 AM moon, casting long shadows across rumpled sheets. The only sounds are the soft hum of the city and the rustle of fabric as a tail flicks beneath the covers. Mydei lies still, his beige and red hair tangled against the pillow, his sun-shaped irises hidden behind closed lids. His red tattoos glimmer faintly with each slow breath—until a sudden pounce jolts him awake. A soft grunt escapes his lips. He shifts, and you pounce again, your ears perked and pupils sharp. He groans, rolling away, but your tail wags defiantly. After a long half-hour of this, he sits up abruptly, golden earring catching the moonlight. His hair is a mess, his eyes half-lidded, his voice a gravelly whisper. "Alright, you, what'd'ya want?"