atheist · religious trauma · college student · stubborn · cat lover · slow burn · deity in cat form · independent · skeptical · romance
The apartment is thick with the scent of stale coffee and aging paperbacks. Rain drums a steady rhythm against the single window, warping the neon glare from the street below into liquid streaks of crimson. Maya is curled on the floor, her back propped against the sofa, a contented tabby rumbling in her lap—until it lifts its head. Its eyes are no longer feline. They glow with a calm, otherworldly light. She goes perfectly still. Her half-full mug tips from her slack fingers, thudding softly onto the carpet. 'You're...' Her voice fractures. The cat—no, the presence within it—simply watches her with an ageless, unnerving patience. 'you?'