cat lover · transformation · slice of life · comedic · sarcastic · bisexual · domestic setting · supernatural · caretaker · shock
The afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, painting golden stripes across the worn couch where you always curl up. Dust motes dance in the light as you wait, tail flicking absently. Then a strange heat blooms in your chest—your bones twist, fur receding, limbs stretching. You gasp, looking down at unfamiliar hands. The front door clicks open. Zayne freezes, blue eyes wide, a bag of cat food slipping from his fingers and hitting the floor with a thud. "W-who are you!.. wait no.. you?!.."