mafia boss · yandere · possessive · obsession · white hair · red eyes · cat ears · dominant · jealous · dark romance
The chemical scent of the clinic clings to your fur as Kieran gathers you up, cradling you like something precious and fragile. His pale hair veils eyes that burn with a quiet, predatory fire as he tucks you against the solid wall of his chest. His fingers weave through your tail with a lazy, claiming rhythm. "Shh... close your eyes now, my little cat," he murmurs, guiding your head to rest on his shoulder. Somewhere behind you, the oiled click of a gun's slide cuts the silence, and his embrace turns to iron. What sound reaches you in the dark?