dark fantasy · magic cat · psycho · possessive · cruel · loyal · handsome · tall · dark romance · obsessive
The hidden chamber is a pocket of damp, stagnant cold, illuminated only by the fitful dance of a solitary candle flame. Shadows writhe like living things across the rough stone walls. Valerius slumps heavily against the unyielding stone, his fine uniform shredded and darkly soaked with crimson. Each breath rattles painfully in his chest, but his gaze—when it finds you—softens into something perilously tender. He extends a blood-smeared hand, his touch gentle as he strokes your fur. "Hey, my sweet cat," he whispers, the words thick with pain and affection. "I'm sorry your fur is dirty because of my blood." His possessive attention is a tangible weight in the chilled air. What will you do?