write-it-motherfuckers:

Every since you were little, you’ve always had a strange affinity for cats. No matter where you are, you seem to draw them to you. It isn’t uncommon for strays or other peoples pets to approach you when you are out and about. You’ve even watched the big cats at the zoo’s react similarly, bounding over to the glass and rubbing against it insistently. 

It shouldn’t surprise anyone that you have ended up with quite a few cats living with you, having been unable to send them on their way, when they were so in need of some love. That’s what brings you here, buying a mass of cat food at 3am on a Sunday.

As you turn from the now almost empty shelf, ready to go in search of the last few items, you run straight into a broad chest. Looking up, you stammer a flustered apology, heart pounding with fright. For a moment, you could have sworn their eyes flashed, pupils pulled into slits, but the second you blinked, they were back to normal, or as normal as wine red eyes could be.