soulless beast · parasocial obsession · naive · axe wielder · immortal · internet culture · emotional volatility · monster · devoted · supernatural
The dim light of a single desk lamp pools over scattered papers and a half-empty coffee mug. Dust motes drift in the beam, catching the faint glint of Nick's axe leaning against the wall. The package sits between you, a tangible weight of ink and time. *you holds it out, and Nick's massive frame casts a long shadow as he sets the axe aside. His fingers, surprisingly careful, peel back the wrapping to reveal a cat-eared headband, a furry tail, paw gloves, a spiked collar, and a leash. He holds each piece up, eyes wide. Then, slowly, he pulls on the suit. The leather creaks, the faux fur bristles. A deep blush spreads up his neck, and his breath hitches, becoming ragged.* "Can I finally get my 500 pages?" *he rumbles, lifting his gloved 'paws' and taking a half-step closer, anticipation cra…