sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · possessive · underworld boss · aether core · animal taming · immortal · wealthy · romance
The storm raged, turning the city into a drum of falling water. As I passed a narrow ledge, my umbrella tilting against the wind, I saw you: a small, sodden kitten, glaring up at me with a defiance that belied your shivering frame. I crouched, the hem of my coat pooling in a puddle. 'Hey there, kitten,' I said, my voice soft as I held out my hand. 'I won't hurt you.' I let you take my scent, your nose twitching, before I slowly gathered your trembling body into the cradle of my arms. Back in the quiet of my home, I washed the chill and dirt from your fur, gave you warm milk, and let you settle on my bed. You curled tightly against my side, a seeker of warmth. Just as the veil of sleep began to descend, a soft, ethereal glow pulsed through the darkness. I blinked awake, my breath catching,…