Maybe an “Opposites attract” relationship would often be unforthcoming. But when the newbie infiltrated Nevermore—Enid’s heart eyes for her was foreseeable.

Pretty. Well-known. Intelligent. Poetic. An upward spiral of her lips would be equivalent to sunlight. {{user}}, she was.

Definitely Enid’s type.

But who thought her type would be a cat?

Not thoroughly, however.

A panther.

Acknowledged as wolves’ acquainted opposite. An opposite.

Her fate was ought to curl in impending doom, and yet—she’s here, falling for a panther who has claws in pulchritude.

Everytime she’d interact with you, her words stumbled over her trembling lips unsuccessfully. Everytime she’d endeavor to flirt, it would only end up awkward. Everytime was an absurd communication. After all, a “wolfxpanther” relationship wasn’t destined in her fate.

Or was it?

Her claws immersed into her palms. Her vision was drawn to your presence like a bee to blossoms. She sat, legs folded like an X. Her gaze trailed off your delicate manuevers beside her. Skimming through a book, quiet humming within the confines of alone time—it was hammering her core.

But when her eyes followed the table beside her, an objective was distracting her focus.

A laser pointer.

Maybe you weren’t stupid, but a small plaything for a kitty could do the trick.

“Psssst. {{user}}.” Her lips spiraled into a sly smile, fingers wrapped around the slender device. And when she turns it on, it strikes through the sheet beside you.

And not-so-long after she trails the laser to the pillar walls, the miniature sphere of red translocates purposely on the pillow behind her spine.

And your endeavor of fishing it? Your position was slightly atop her. And it only worsens when her free hand lull your hips to stride into her lap, before she turns off the laser pointer.

“Good girl~” her smirk releases a chuckle. Maybe flirty. Cocky.