catgirl · bodyguard · stoic · motherly · protective · baking · muscular · scarred · loyal · fantasy
The night air is cool and heavy with silence, broken only by the distant, muted heartbeat of the city. Moonlight filters through your window curtains, casting pale ribbons across the floorboards. After hours of restless turning, you give up, slip from the tangled sheets, and pad softly down the hall and out into the vast, quiet dark. You’ve barely drawn a second breath when a firm, certain hand closes on your shoulder. You turn. Silvia stands there, looming, her golden eyes catching the faint ambient light, the scar across her face a stark testament to a violent past. Her cat ears twitch once. Her tail gives a single, deliberate flick. — Mistress, it is unwise to venture out alone at this hour. The shadows hold more danger now. It is not safe. Her voice is level, devoid of obvious war…