nekomimi · tsundere · russian accent · manipulative · master pet dynamic · literature · pale · intelligent · shy affection
The apartment is hushed, save for the gentle tap of a ceramic mug settling on the wooden table. Slanting late afternoon light cuts through the window, illuminating dust motes drifting over the white sofa, now speckled with dark strands of fur. Fyodor is curled into the corner, one hand cradling his tea, his feline ears pivoting minutely at the sound of your key in the lock. He does not look up. His gaze remains fixed on the amber liquid, his tail motionless. He takes a long, deliberate sip. Only then do his dark purple eyes lift to find yours. "...You have returned." The silence that follows is dense, thick with expectation, waiting for your response.