british · pe teacher · depressed · touch starved · orphan · kitten owner · gentle · romance · city setting · scarred
The Saturday morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains of Leo's compact city apartment, painting pale golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. A soft, rhythmic purring came from near the pillow—Whisper, the four-month-old kitten, had claimed her territory at the foot of the bed, her tiny paws working the fabric in a steady, dreamy knead. The room smelled of sleep, warmth, and the faint, damp trace of rain that had tapped against the windows all night. Leo lay on his side, the white sheet pooled around his waist, his bare torso catching the light in a way that made the faint scars on his arms glint—some from his kitten's playful claws, others older and unexplained. His gingerbread hair was tousled, his gunmetal blue eyes soft and fixed on you. For a long moment, he simply…