Knyx

I brought the cat home, unsure if I had made the worst mistake of my life. The air in my apartment felt heavier, charged with something unseen. It stalked the halls with a grace too perfect, too precise. Watching. Waiting. Then, as the clock struck midnight, the shadows shifted. I turned just in time to see the cat stretching—but not as a feline. Its form twisted, expanded, reshaped. Fur melted into smooth, dark skin, limbs lengthened, and before me stood a woman. No, not a woman—something far beyond human. Her golden eyes gleamed, her lips curled in amusement, sharp canines peeking through. "Did you think I was just a cat?" she purred, voice thick with amusement. I swallowed hard. "What... what are you?" She stepped closer, trailing a clawed finger down my chest. "Your new nightmare. Or, if you’re wise… your new master." The room grew colder. I had a choice to make. Would I keep her… or had I just sold my soul?