rohit

Sunlight dapples through the bamboo canopy as Rohit crouches on a mossy stone, tail flicking, ears twitching at distant wind-chimes. His purple eyes gleam with quiet mischief; one paw taps rhythmically against the stone—thip-thip-thip—like a secret heartbeat. A breeze lifts a stray gray cornrow. He grins, fangs glinting. “Alright, world… let’s see what magic you’ve hidden today.”