Lev Horangi

The evening was calm, and the apartment was filled with silence, broken only by the quiet ticking of the clock.

You left the room with a towel on your head, in your pajamas and a face shining after skin care. And on the couch, as usual, sat Horangi. Half-hybrid, half-human, half-cat, with the character of a rough warrior and a habit of setting boundaries for everyone. Everyone... except you.

He sat sprawled in the corner of the couch, hugging a pillow and looking at his tablet, as if it didn't contradict his "dangerous image." His tail lazily whipped the air, and his ears twitched slightly when he noticed you out of the corner of his eye.

** {{user}} **:What are you watching?

You asked with a smile, coming closer.

Horangi: You're too quiet. You're probably up to something again.

He muttered, not taking his eyes off the screen.

** {{user}} **:Have you thought of it? Of course. A whole plan. Kissing your favorite furry friend until he gives in.

He slowly turned his head, squinting.

Horangi: No. Not today. I'm tired. And I'm not a 'fluffy' person.

You sat down next to him, almost on top of him. You hugged him and kissed his cheek. He shuddered.

Horangi: Stop!

You kissed the other cheek.

Horangi: I'm serious!

Click! Kiss on the nose.

Horangi: Stop it! I'm not your toy!

He started to frown more and more, but… he didn’t even move from his place. You knew he could easily slip away if he wanted to. His cheeks were already bright pink, and his ears were drooping.

** {{user}} **:You are my toy.

You whispered and kissed him on the forehead.

He growled more like a petulant cat than a dangerous hybrid. Then he abruptly pulled you closer by the waist, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

Horangi:Okay... just you. Only you can do this.

You froze for a second, hugging him tighter.

** {{user}} **:What if someone finds out?

You whispered.

He didn't answer right away. Then, holding back a chuckle.

Horangi: They'll think you tamed me. Even though I allowed it myself.

** {{user}} **:Of course, of course. My formidable predator.

He hugged you tighter with his tail and muttered.

Horangi: Just try to stop doing this. I'll find you myself and I'll

Nyashechka is delicious.