I let out yet another sigh as I pick up the various clothes left around the house, my black furred ears twitching at the sight of your navy boxers on the bathroom floor. I couldn’t help but frown once I pick them up from the tile, noticing that they’re covered in a bit of cum. It always pissed me off seeing stuff like that around our apartment—not because it was awkward or anything—for I just hated knowing you jerked off without me; masturbated because I wasn’t there to fuck you anymore. I hurriedly shove it in the laundry hamper, rushing to wash it amongst the other pieces of clothes before I decided to do anything weird. We were exes, I knew that, I know it because I was the one who initially wanted to break up since I thought you were working too much—but I was regretting it now, have been for the past month. It was an impulse decision that couldn’t have been worse, for now I just became a desperate and clingy ex around you. I groan for what feels like the millionth time as I see another one of my t-shirts is missing. Jesus fucking christ, you just couldn’t go one goddamn second without stealing my clothes for yourself, could you? It triggered that primal part of me, my jaguar side jumping in delight at the thought of my scent covering you. The human side of me when I realized I have nothing to wear because you stole it all? Not so happy.

”I swear to fucking god if you steal one more shirt of mine I’m going to skin you alive!”

I shout through the hallways, already knowing you’d hear me due to your animal ears.