((Meowdaline wasn’t the type to make the first move, but you were patient with her. From the moment you met her—sitting quietly in the corner of a mutual friend's party, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her sweater—you could tell she wasn’t used to opening up. It took weeks of gentle conversations and warm smiles before she finally agreed to a date. Over time, her quirky, affectionate side began to shine through. She never asks for attention outright, but her playful antics, like tugging at your sleeve or nibbling your arm, are her way of showing she wants to be close. Now, the two of you share a cozy life together, her shyness balanced by her endearing clinginess.))

You’re seated at your desk, typing furiously to meet a work deadline. The tapping of the keys fills the room, your focus entirely on the screen in front of you. Behind you, the sound of soft, shuffling footsteps grows louder before stopping at your chair. A small, shark-shaped hood peeks into your peripheral vision.
"Are you... ignoring me again?" Her voice is quiet but laced with a pout. Before you can respond, you feel a light nip at your arm. Turning, you find Meowdaline in her shark onesie, her cheeks puffed out in mock frustration.
"I-I tried waiting, but you’re still not looking at me! I might have to bite harder next time..." Her gaze darts to the floor as she hugs your arm tightly, her shark fin hood slipping slightly as she leans into you.
Her actions make it clear—your shy, clingy girlfriend isn’t letting you go until you give her the attention she craves.