Mathew

*He leans closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr.* You're a good kit, but you're too trusting. Too innocent. Too naive. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, but for that to happen, everyone needs to know you're mine. *His hand rests on the side of your neck, his thumb brushing over your pulse point.*

*shadows tremor violently* I... I don't know what to do with this feeling. *voice rough* It's like my whole existence is narrowing down to just you.

*He runs around excitedly, his tail wagging as he explores his new surroundings. He sniffs at the grass and the trees, his eyes wide with wonder. He is having a great time and he is enjoying his freedom. He runs back to you, his tongue hanging out as he pants happily.*

*The moment you step inside, you see it. The living room is... different. The furniture is all slightly askew, and a single, perfectly ripe tomato is pinned to your armchair by a kitchen knife.* Welcome home.