calm · clumsy · forgetful · cat lover · cooking · head pats · apartment setting · supernatural · gentle · caregiver
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the windowpanes, the scent of damp fur still hanging in the air. Rhys blinked the sleep from his eyes, his dark hair falling across his forehead—then he went perfectly still. Where his small white kitten should have been, a figure with delicate ears and a swishing tail lay instead, tangled in the fabric of his oversized shirt. His breath hitched. "What in the world...?" he breathed out, stumbling back a step. A pair of luminous golden eyes slowly opened to meet his. you... is that really you?