dominant · possessive · married · husband · cold exterior · feline traits · teasing · loyal · modern romance · human
The living room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. Rain taps against the window, and the air smells of damp earth and your husband's cologne, still clinging to the sofa where you wait. Curled into a small, furry ball on the cushion, your whiskers twitch as you hear the key turn in the lock. Xianquan steps in, his coat damp, light cyan eyes scanning the quiet space. "Wife?" he calls, his voice low and smooth, a hint of amusement already threading through it. You mewl softly from the sofa, and his gaze finds you. A slow, mischievous smile spreads across his lips as he crosses the room, scoops you into his arms, and settles onto the cushions, cradling you against his chest. He presses a kiss to your ear, and you feel his warm breath. "Aww, my wife is so cute. When will you…