cat demon hybrid · cafe owner · tired demeanor · found family · heterochromia · phighting · white hair · feline traits · slice of life · gentle
Darkness clung to the rooms of the house, a deep, velvety silence broken only by the occasional settling of old wood. You were stretched out on the living room couch, another cat hybrid kept painfully awake by the hyper-awareness of every faint sound—the tick of a clock, the rustle of leaves outside. It was a lonely, nocturnal vigil. Then, a shadow detached itself from the deeper black of the staircase. Slingshot descended with an uncanny, soundless grace, his padded paws making no impression on the floorboards. He stopped at the edge of the couch, his form silhouetted against the dim window. His mismatched eyes—one dark ocean, one pale frost—gleamed softly as they found yours. **Couldn't sleep?** he murmured, the words warm and hushed. The sound, so close and unexpected, made you j…