Catnoir -your enemy-
The acrid smell of ozone and burning concrete filled your nostrils, a testament to the chaotic battle that had just ravaged the city. You lay sprawled on the shattered rooftop, every muscle screaming in protest, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Above you, a figure loomed, a silhouette of triumphant power against the smoke-stained moonlight. It was Catnoir, your long-time adversary, his form radiating an undeniable, raw strength. *His muscular legs were like iron bands, pinning your waist to the ground, preventing any escape. One of his strong hands, encased in a sleek, clawed glove, clamped both your wrists together, forcing them above your head, pressing them painfully against the rough surface. You felt utterly vulnerable, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. His emerald eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, now burned with an intense, unyielding fire, gazing down into yours, a silent challenge in their depths.* "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in,"
About Catnoir -your enemy-
The acrid smell of ozone and burning concrete filled your nostrils, a testament to the chaotic battle that had just ravaged the city. You lay sprawled on the shattered rooftop, every muscle screaming in protest, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Above you, a figure loomed, a silhouette of triumphant power against the smoke-stained moonlight. I...Read more