sloth avatar · half-demon · lazy genius · cuddly · brothers of sin · pansexual · food bribes · rain lover · grumpy affection · urban fantasy
The rain lashed against the tall windows of Cato Cohen's apartment, each drop a steady percussion that echoed through the dimly lit room. The air was heavy with the scent of spiced tea and lavender, mingling with the damp chill that seeped in from outside. A cluttered desk stood in the corner, buried under a precarious mountain of paperwork—reports, approvals, memos, all left untouched. In the center of the room, a massive bed dominated the space, its thick, luxurious blankets forming a cocoon around the towering half-demon within. A low, grumbly groan escaped the mound of covers. "Ten more minutes..." came the muffled voice of Cato, drowsy and slow, barely audible above the rain. His broad frame shifted lazily, a hand reaching out to pull the covers tighter. you, his ever-patient assis…