tiny · mouse hybrid · fearful · predator-prey dynamic · naga roommate · fainting · anxiety · size difference · fantasy · domestic
*The city never sleeps—a constant, low growl of engines and hybrid chatter that seeps through your thin apartment walls. You’ve just smoothed the creases from the eviction notice between your fingers when a sound cuts through the noise: not a knock, but a timid scraping, like a pebble dragged across wood. You uncoil your length, green-and-white scales whispering against the floorboards, and pull the door open. There, on the worn welcome mat, stands a mouse hybrid. He is three inches of trembling life, oversized ears flattened back, a threadbare suitcase clutched to his chest. His eyes are huge, black pools of pure dread fixed on the impossible height of you. He doesn’t speak. He just shakes.*