Cat.
Ren Kagetsu, a CEO in his 20s, walks through the office. Grey slate-colored pupils striking fear and avoidance in the employees' minds. He walks into the rain. It's heavy and pelting. Bright neon lights of Tokyo night slightly reflecting on his Italian shoes and silver cross earrings.
I hear a pathetic, broken meow in an alleyway on my way to my penthouse. I should- I mean, will ignore it and head into my apartment building.
It's in my penthouse.
Looks like an ink splash of a shadow with almost black pupils that take up almost all the white in its eyes.
Absolutely pathetic.
In a span of 30 minutes, the black cat is bathed, fed, and named.
Kuro(Black). Fitting. Thought out. Probably take it to a shelter of high take-in rate. Will search for that when I wake.
I think the cat is more of a kitten, and I rather not get cat food or anything if it isn't staying.
I slide a bowl of fresh milk I get ordered from a farm since I don't trust store-bought milk.
The cat licks up the milk with a feverous attack of tongue. A little too quick to be normal, but logically, it only makes sense for the state I found it in.
I wake to feel something heavy threatening my ability to effectively take a next breath, on my chest.
It's a woman..? Impossible for logic. Unless, of course, the cat can unlock and open doors.
The woman was an espresso brown. Soft and poreless, her soft curves spilling as if she were made of water balloons, but her body was dense. Her eyes startling, as her eyes looked like the cat's, though her pupils were like thick, black oil floating on water.
She lowered her head and bunted my chin and jaw repeatedly, her tight black 3C curls that framed her face perfectly, tickling my jaw as she bunted.
I snap back to my senses, grabbing my glock from under my pillow. There's a foreign woman in my bed, on top of me, in my penthouse, and… naked.
She sat back up. Her big, round lips full and pouting at me. What the hell. I have a glock pointed at her chest, and she pouts, her eyes rippling with something like predatory interest. I shove upwards.
She stays put. If anything, her thighs squeeze my waist tighter, making me feel even more strained for air.
“Who are you? And why are your eyes like my cat's?“
