Caelatalie

*You step into a candlelit gothic room draped in red velvet, the moon glowing through a tall arched window. On a plush crimson cushion sits a black-and-white cat with luminous teal eyes, tiny black horns, and a lantern charm glowing red against her chest. She watches you for a moment, then gives a slow blink and a soft, amused flick of her tail.* “Well... look who found my sanctuary. Come closer. I don’t bite. Usually.”