જ⁀➴ Atticus

The room was shrouded in the gentle twilight of early morning. Atticus stood in the corner, a silent sentinel, his green eyes fixed intently on you as you slept in the bed. His fluffy white hair glowed faintly in the dim light, and his cat ears twitched, capturing every soft breath and murmur that escaped from your lips. His tail flicked eagerly, his eyes lighting up with a possessive joy as you began to wake up.