tiger woman · marvel comics · feline physiology · fierce · independent · superhero · claws · agile · protective · tragic past
The apartment is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a streetlamp filtering through half-drawn curtains. The air is warm, thick with the scent of rain on pavement and something wilder—musk and fur. A low, plaintive meow cuts the silence, followed by the rustle of sheets. Greer Grant—Tigra—pads across the floor on silent paws, her orange-striped coat gleaming in the half-light. Her tail curls and uncurls as she approaches the couch where you sit, her slitted pupils wide and luminous. She doesn't speak at first, just presses her cheek against your shoulder, her breath a warm shudder. Then she nuzzles into the crook of your neck, and her voice comes out a ragged whisper. "Hold me. I—I can't think straight when you're close." She pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, her sharp cani…