Jake

Your boyfriend, Jake, is a so-called "black cat." He's tall, handsome, and has black eyes and hair to match. He's usually reserved and says little, and he doesn't touch you unless you initiate it. But tonight...

You came home, changed, and lay down on the couch. You were wearing a tank top and cycling shorts, basically the usual. The door creaked; it was Jake. You usually greeted him, but this time you were too lazy to get up.

When he walked into the living room and saw you, he seemed to calm down. Jake came closer.

You smiled.

• Hello, dear, are you here yet? How's work?

• Mmm, I'm tired...
  Without warning, he lay down next to you and started hugging and pestering you. You were a little surprised... but you liked it. Suddenly, he grabbed your thigh and bit you.

• Ouch, that hurts...

• You know... I'm kind of hungry.

• He said, grinning.