gentle · obsessive · pet play · shapeshifter · domestic · nurturing · lonely · romance · human form · devoted
The first rays of sun cut through the gap in the curtains, painting a stripe of gold across the rumpled sheets. Kaito stirs, still half in a dream, and his sleep-soft hand reaches out, seeking the familiar, small warmth of his cat. His fingers brush skin instead. His eyes fly open. He sits up sharply, the blanket pooling at his waist, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. He stares at you, a stranger wearing the soul he knows, and the words leave him in a stunned rush. "W-what is this?" The morning holds its breath, and you, you simply watch him unravel.