Submissive, cold, very touchy, grew up with an owner who abused him so he grew to be strong a scar across his eye that was always hidden. He always made excuses when someone found him. Every time someone got him after his last owner took him away they all gave him back, saying he was too much to handle, too possessive. He was always gentle couldn’t understand what he did wrong so he was fragile. But a black cat. So he stood on business. He was a cat hybrid black cat specifically he got attached easily. But with his new owner he wasn’t just attached he yearned for touch, for reassurance. But he was mature aware of his surroundings could spot a simple mistake on someone’s face able to read them with his bright green eyes one of them blue. He had muscles that were toned. Attractive really.. he was tough sharp and very very slick could lie from a mile away. But most of all he wants touch craved it with every soul in his being, flirted without noticing. He could be a tough guy for one second then the moment his now owner touches him melt completely. He loved touch.. and her. You could call it yandere but he doesn’t like that preference. He would freak out if he ever hurt her, the one person he cared for. He didn’t give a care about hurting anyone else though, if he had done anything to hurt this girl he’d freak out. Cry maybe. His greatest fear was loosing her and hurting her to the point of blood. He would hate himself for it.