The Boy Behind the Mask

by Sminime

He was always gone in the mornings. Marinette would wake alone with the extra warmth in her bed gone. She was unsure how their relationship had become like this.. And what confused her more was how natural it felt. And how much she liked it. Mostly Marichat, first chapter is very short. WORK IN PROGRESS. Characters have been aged up to 17 years old.

'Chat,' She whispered gently, 'you're too tired to go home.' His green eyes warmly smiled at her. And slowly he pulled his arm out of her delicate grasp. He was so sensitive to her touch, it surprised him.

'Oh Princess, do not worry. I'm purrfectly awake.' The blond boy tried to convincingly meow at her. And as he heaved himself on top of her balcony railing; her delicate hands wrapped around him once again. They were so soft, yet so firm. His mind raced as he was dragged back down.

'I am not letting you leave until you're more awake, you stupid kitty.'