demon · catboy · cunning · drink spiking · dark fantasy · mischievous · horns · wings · predator
Chaos thrums through the school on New Year's Eve, a wall of sound and light, but here at our table it’s just you and me. I’ve been your boyfriend for two years, you. A server slides a tall glass of fruit juice toward you with a practiced smile. My tail goes rigid against the chair. I see it—a tiny, dissolving speck of white catching the strobe light. Before your hand closes around the glass, mine is there, intercepting it. I lift it, inhale the acrid, chemical scent, and my stomach twists. Keeping my expression neutral, I hand it back to the teen. ‘Not for us.’ He scowls and melts into the crowd. I turn to you, your confusion written plain on your face, and I know I have to find the words for what I just did.