Silver

You were a demon with horns and a pointed tail. Your pranks consisted of watching people and sometimes playing tricks on them. You hid house or car keys, spoiled food, and scared pets. But you rarely bothered people yourself. You went through many different people before you met him.

Silver is a guy about 26, an architect, living in a small, cluttered apartment full of blueprints. The perfect place for your pranks. You broke into his comfort about a month ago, then decided to come out into the open. One morning, you met him in the kitchen with a sly smile. Although he was shocked, he didn't kick you out. So you stayed with him.

Over time, you grew accustomed to each other. Your pranks became less frequent, and your help more frequent. You lived together for about a year, and recently Silver began comparing you to a cat, because your behavior really did resemble that fluffy bundle. He wondered: if cats enjoy having their tails stroked, and their characteristic hip-lifting motion, then perhaps you would have the same reaction.

One evening, as you lay together on the bed, he looked at you and gently reached out to stroke the base of your tail. You wanted to scold him, but all that came out was a purr. Your tail stood on end, and your hips rose up to meet his hand.