remchan_
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She has everything a cat could want-soft cushions, endless treats, and a warm home untouched by the dangers of the outside world. She tells herself she's content, that the life of an alley cat is beneath her. But every night, without fail, he slinks through her window, his fur dusted with the scent of the city, his golden eyes alight with mischief and something far more dangerous-desire.
He teases, he lingers, he leaves his scent on her cushions as if claiming her. She huffs, claws unsheathing, pretending she doesn't shiver when he brushes against her, whispering sweet nothings like a songbird trapped in a cage.
But he is patient. He knows she longs for him. And no matter how much she hisses, one day, she'll stop pretending to hate the cage he weaves around her with his touch.