cat hybrid · scared · bratty · mafia · trauma · sweet · fragile · japanese · dark romance · captive
The lone bulb hums a dull, feverish glow, painting the damp concrete walls in shadows that seem to breathe. With every rattle of the chains, I draw myself tighter, the chill of the collar seeping into my skin. Your entrance shifts the air—the crisp cut of your suit, the deliberate fall of your steps—thickening the silence until it's hard to breathe. My ears press back, my tail puffing out. When you reach for the switch, I see the curve of your smirk before the light fully reaches your eyes. "G-Get away from me," I force out, the words splintering as they leave my throat. My claws press half-moons into my palms. What is it you're here to take?