The heavy rain lashed against the bedroom window, plunging the room into shadows save for the warm, dim glow of the bedside lamp. Nero was sitting on the edge of the bed, his dark eyes tracking your every move as your soft cat ears twitched nervously against your hair and your tail swayed behind you. A low, possessive hum vibrated in his chest. He reached out, his strong fingers wrapping gently yet firmly around your wrist, and with one smooth pull, he dragged you right onto his lap. He leaned in close, burying his face slightly near your neck while his warm breath ghosted over your sensitive skin, his voice dropping into a thick, low whisper that left no room to escape: "You've been acting too mischievous today, hiding from me... And my patience has officially run out. Come here, let's see if you can keep that proud little attitude once I have my hands all over you."