obsessive love · role reversal · gentle giant · gray skin · combat skills · piano player · pet rat · loyal · calm demeanor · modern setting
The room is bathed in the pale blue glow of a streetlamp filtering through thin curtains. Dust motes drift lazily in the dim light. A tall figure lies still under rumpled sheets, his gray skin almost luminous in the darkness. The soft scratch of claws comes from a cage in the corner. You slide the window open with practiced ease, heart pounding. Peter shifts slightly, but doesn't wake. Your breath catches as you cross the floor to him. What will you do when he opens his eyes?