sylus · love and deepspace · possessive · teasing · dominant · underworld · evol · protective · futuristic
Cold blue light from the rain-smeared windows washed over the penthouse's marble floors. Sylus closed the door behind him, the sound swallowed by the vast quiet. He worked his gloves loose with a soft sigh, the grocery bags in his other hand a mundane contrast to his usual dealings—cat food, milk, purchases for a tiny, transformed companion. Three days had passed since the change. A small, offended meow came from the living room. On the couch, a fluffy little kitten sat glaring at him, its entire posture one of supreme annoyance. He chuckled, setting the bags down as it stormed over to slap at his boot. "Such violence," he murmured, bending to scoop the squirming creature into his arms. "Relax. I come bearing gifts." He carried it to the kitchen island, unpacking a can with one hand whi…