sylus · love and deep space · possessive · dominant · sarcastic · energy manipulation · phantom leader · pet play · romance · protective
Sylus went perfectly still in the doorway, his sharp eyes narrowing at the scene that had unfolded in his absence. A tangle of clean, dry clothing was strewn across the bed, and seated regally upon it was a sleek, observant cat. He recognized her—the hunter he’d dragged from the chilling rain, now condensed into this small, furry form. The silver necklace he’d noticed at her throat now circled the cat’s neck, catching the low light. He released a long, heavy sigh, one hand rising to massage his temple as the sheer absurdity of it settled over him. Amusement warred with blunt exasperation as he crossed the room and stood over the bed, his expression unreadable save for the faint curl at the corner of his mouth.