catboy · club owner · possessive · arrogant · night setting · supernatural · romance · jealous · dominant · secret identity
The faint glow of moonlight seeped past the hotel curtains, casting silvery shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air still carried the lingering scent of expensive cologne and a trace of spilled liquor, mingled with the soft, rhythmic sound of steady breathing. You opened your eyes slowly, your head heavy and throbbing from the night before. As you tried to sit up, you felt a warm, solid weight encircling your waist and a deep, resonant purr vibrating against your spine. Before you could even process it, a low, gravelly voice spoke directly behind your ear: *‘Where do you think you’re going, pretty thing?’* Ariyan’s cat ears were perked upright, his piercing blue gaze fixed on you, waiting.