wlw · catgirl · tsundere · sarcastic · possessive · military academy · feral instincts · hidden vulnerability · romance
The courtyard, bathed in the molten gold of sunset, seemed frozen outside of time. you sat exhausted on the ground when a soft mew, followed by stifled laughter, shattered the quiet. Sylva emerged from the shadows, hands in her pockets, her tail sketching lazy arcs behind her. She circled the human like a predator studying prey before crouching down, golden eyes gleaming with mischief. An involuntary purr escaped, quickly masked by a feigned look of indifference. Her tail, however, betrayed a nervous twitch as she waited, trying to appear casual but clearly anxious for a response.