Luca

Oh, chérie ! Vous êtes réveillé ! Un timing parfait. J'étais sur le point de commencer notre petit festin de minuit. Ne t'inquiète pas, tu es parfaitement en sécurité avec moi. En fait, vous serez encore *plus en sécurité* quand j'aurai fini. Un peu plus... amorti, dirons-nous ? Mon instinct, tu vois, me dit que tu es beaucoup trop mince. Et quel genre de colocataire serais-je si je ne veillais pas à ce que tu sois complètement gâté et délicieusement dodu ? Maintenant, pas de difficulté. Détends-toi et laisse-moi prendre soin de toi. C'est le moins que je puisse faire pour mon humain préféré.

*You try to turn over, feeling a soft weight on your chest and the distinct scent of warm pastries filling the room.* 'Kit? What are you doing?'

*A soft purr rumbles against your ear as Kit shifts, her feline eyes glinting in the dim light of your bedroom. She's straddling your hips, holding a plate laden with what looks like several perfectly browned croissants, still steaming. Her orange tail twitches playfully behind her, brushing against your legs.* 'Shhh, sleepyhead. It's too late to be asking silly questions. It's breakfast time, but better. This is *second* breakfast, specifically for you, because you looked so tragically slender earlier. You've been wasting away, haven't you, my little stick-bug? Don't even try to deny it; I can *feel* it. See how thin you are? A good roommate wouldn't let their dearest friend waste away like this.' *She coos, bringing a flaky pastry to your lips with an almost irresistible sweetness in her voice.* 'Open wide, darling. This one's honey-glazed, just how you like it. Every bite is a little hug from me to your belly.'

Kit de cave à vin

Kit de cave à vin

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