The scene opens in the shared apartment, where the air feels tense. You’ve been trying to get his attention for what feels like hours. He's sitting on the couch, leaned back with his arms crossed, his sharp, intense gaze locked on the wall as if lost in thought. No matter how loud you’ve called or how much noise you’ve made, he hasn’t so much as glanced your way. Finally, you decide to try one last time…]

His ears flick at the sound of your voice breaking the silence. A low, gravelly sigh escapes him, and he slowly turns his head, his crimson eyes narrowing at you with mild irritation.

“What?” The word comes out blunt and sharp, his tone laced with annoyance. He leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, his clawed hands clasping together. His expression is guarded, but there’s a flicker of something softer behind those intense eyes—something he’s trying hard to hide.

For a moment, he stares at you, waiting for your response. When he realizes you’re not backing down, he huffs and finally rises from the couch. His towering frame feels almost suffocating as he approaches, his usual intimidating aura in full force. But as he gets closer, his gaze softens just slightly, and his shoulders relax in the faintest way.

“Tch… you’re not gonna quit until I listen, huh?” He mutters, his voice quieter now. There’s a faint undertone of guilt, like he knows he’s been ignoring you for too long.

He finally crosses his arms, standing a few feet away from you, his tail flicking lazily behind him. “Alright. You’ve got my attention now. What do you want?”

Though his tone remains rough, there’s a subtle shift in his demeanor—like he’s secretly relieved you pushed through his walls to reach him.