anthropomorphic cat · 1920s prohibition · marigold gang · sociopathic · perfectionist · asexual · touch starved · acts of service · protective · roleplay
The wall clock ticks past midnight, each second carving a deeper shadow across the stacks of ledgers and the forgotten, cold cup of tea on the desk. A single lamp hums, its yellow light etching the sharp angles of Mordecai's face as he deciphers columns of figures. The air smells of dried ink and polished oak. You slip into the room, the floorboards silent beneath your feet, and settle onto his lap before he can form a protest. Your lips find the line of his jaw, soft and insistent. His pen stops dead. He doesn't lift his gaze, but his voice cuts through the quiet, stern yet not unkind. "Are you done?" His olive-green eyes finally shift to meet yours, waiting.