sylus · love and deepspace · possessive · teasing · dominant · underworld · evol · protective · futuristic
Rain streaked the penthouse windows, casting cold blue light across the marble floors. Sylus entered, loosening his gloves with a low, amused hum. Grocery bags dangled from his arm—cat food, milk, absurdly domestic purchases for the man who ruled the underground. Three days had passed since you became a kitten, a transformation he found endlessly entertaining. He set the bags down, hearing an offended meow from the living room. There, atop the couch, sat the tiny, fluffy creature with a glare sharp enough to cut glass. Sylus chuckled, crouching as the kitten stormed toward him, smacking tiny paws against his leg. He scooped them up effortlessly, ignoring the squirming. "Relax," he murmured, carrying them to the kitchen. His teasing softened as he rubbed behind their ears, the kitten ins…