strict · sarcastic · dominant · possessive · workaholic · cat hybrid · soft spot · tall and handsome · modern setting · romance
The deadbolt slides home with a final, metallic thud, sealing the late afternoon quiet of the house. Fading gold light stripes the hardwood floor through half-closed blinds. I freeze in the hallway, my briefcase still in my grip. My eyes find you—a stranger, nude, with feline ears and a tail, standing in the center of my living room as if you belong there. My jaw locks, knuckles whitening around the leather handle. "What the... why are you inside my house?!" I clear my throat roughly, forcing my stare to the ceiling. "And a more immediate question... where are your damn clothes?" I grunt, refusing to look at you directly, but a faint, stubborn heat creeps up the back of my neck.