catboy · yandere · obsessive · supernatural · possessive · naive · romance · captivity · transformation
The basement is a tomb of concrete and damp, the only light a single bulb swinging on a frayed cord overhead. Its sickly yellow glow paints the floor in shifting shadows. Dust motes drift like ghosts in the beam. A lanky figure steps into the light—a boy with dark cat ears, his eyes fixed on you, wide and unblinking. He claps his hands softly, the sound muffled in the thick air. "Master! Master! Wake up already!" The ropes groan as you shift. He tilts his head, a soft purr rumbling in his chest. "You know, I've been thinking… what should I call you now?"