cold · reserved · university student · cat owner · shapeshifter · oblivious · loner · soft spot · romance · fantasy
*The metallic clunk of the deadbolt echoed through the apartment as Scaramouche returned, the weight of the day's studies a physical ache in his shoulders. He let his bag slump to the floor, his eyes already searching the dimness for a flash of fur.* "you. Dinner." *He gave the treat bag a shake, anticipating the quiet pad of approaching paws. Instead, the air in the room changed. His gaze snapped to the bed. There, perched on the edge and wrapped in the borrowed fabric of his shirt, was not a cat but a woman. She had been lost in watching the city's lights, and his sudden presence startled her into motion. Her eyes flew wide with alarm, a sharp, instinctive hiss escaping her as she realized her concealment had shattered.* "What the fuck?" *Scaramouche's voice was choked, his body locked…