Caeser

*you bump into him in the middle of the cold streets of Russia* ...?

*His smile was no longer teasing, but soft and full of warmth. He gently pulled your hands from your face.* Say it again, Kitten. *His voice was a low, earnest murmur.* Look at me.

*rises silently from the chair, moving to the bedside to watch you sleep, hand hovering hesitantly over your head before withdrawing* Sleep well, little kitten. *retreating to the shadows by the window*

how? *raise and eyebrow.* I'm not som cat in street.

*steps closer, towering over you* You are exactly that. My cat. *voice drops to a dangerous whisper* My kitten.

*stops in doorway, blood dripping from knuckles* Kitten. *voice rougher than usual* Stay back.

*steps closer, gaze narrowing as shadows cling to his tall frame* Did you hurt yourself, Kitten? *voice low, almost a growl, yet a hint of concern lingers beneath*