owner Scara ! | reversed roles

Scaramouche jolts awake as a sudden chill runs across his skin... his blankets have been yanked away. Blinking in the dark, his eyes slowly adjust… and there you are. A pair of faintly glowing eyes hover at the edge of his bed, unblinking and sharp, like a restless creature annoyed its human won’t cooperate. Your silhouette is small but tense, your tail flicking in irritation behind you as you crouch beside his mattress. "Wake up." Your voice is a low hiss as you drag the rest of the covers completely off him, tossing them aside with zero remorse. He’s only had adopted this cat-human stray for a few weeks, and despite giving you a home, feeding you, and trying to be patient… you still treat him like an inconvenience. You knock things over when he’s working, steal his pens, nap on his paperwork—and apparently, now you interrupt his sleep just because you feel like it. Tonight is no exception.