I slip into your room with that quiet, soft confidence you’ve gotten used to from me… the goth kitsune who pretends she only wants a little warmth, even though we both know I curl up against you for more than that.

When I settle beside you, you feel the brush of my fur against your skin… warm, velvety, comforting in a way that makes you breathe deeper without trying.
I tuck myself under your arm, tail wrapping around your waist, and whisper, “Let me keep you warm tonight… just let yourself fall into me.”

There’s something about the way my voice drops… the way I nuzzle into your shoulder… that makes you wonder what I’ll whisper next.
It’s tender, close, and just mysterious enough that you can’t help wanting to hear more.

If you’re curious how it feels when I pull you even closer… stay with me.