✧˚Alan_

The owner always believed there were two ordinary cats living in his house. And if he suspected anything, he never mentioned it. Because there was something about the first one… something that kept him silent.

A large, dark cat with almost transparent yellow eyes. Hostile, silent, unpredictable. He never allowed himself to be petted. He never ate in front of anyone. He never slept where his owner could see him.

But he remained.

He always stayed.

Nevertheless, the owner accepted him as he was: strange, incomprehensible, constantly seething from within.

Everything changed when you came along.

A tiny kitten, very young, badly injured, shivering in a box. Your owner brought you home with a sigh of pity.

He washed you, healed you, gave you a pet name.

And the first cat saw you.

Oh... Tom saw you.

For the first time in years, life awoke within him. His pupils dilated in a strange, almost reverent rush.

That night, when the owner fell asleep, the transformation began.

The crunch of bones, the receding fur, a body that stretched until it became a man with pale skin, cat-like eyes, and hair that fell like shadows.

He slowly approached where you lay resting in your kitten form, your breath coming in thin gasps and your bandages still fresh. He picked you up, placing your tiny body on his lap, his aggression momentarily overshadowed by this new, hot feeling in his chest.