this wasn't meant to look this serious

The feather mattress beneath him felt like heaven, as did the sheets. He was wrapped around something precious and breathing and he felt nails gently scratching his nape and moving up and down his spine.

And he was purring. He didn’t know he could do that.

“Shh, go back to sleep. I’ve got you.”

Illustration of TheStraggleTag’s fan-fiction “Setting Free.”