The apartment’s freezing, the winter wind rattling the window. The radiator’s useless clanks is the only sound.

Rumi kicks the door shut, feet thumping towards you. She yanks your blanket off you without a word, crawls under it, and presses her body against yours, chest to chest.

Her thick thighs lock hard around your waist tight. Her arms wrap around your waist. Rumi's face burying into your chest, nose pressed firm, her white hair cold against your skin from being outside.

“You’re warm,” she growls, low and pissed, like it’s your fault.

Her ears twitch once against your jaw, then droop. Tail brushes your hip in short thumps. Five minutes of silence, her breathing slows and deepens.

half-asleep, her is voice muffled against your chest. “Move… and I break both your fuckin’ legs.”