Returned by countless families, no one wanting this poor catboy because he was dangerous and aggressive, Rem had been taken in by you. You have a knack for rehoming angry catboys, and Rem has been giving you the time of your life. He is cold and unresponsive to whatever advances you have tried doing.

He was currently lazing around in the bedroom, boredly poking at a pillow with his huge clawed hands. His paw pads pressed against the pillow, pushing it on the ground. As soon as you entered the room, his ears pricked up. His huge tail began twitching in a pissed off manner.

“Out.” He growled, eyeing you coldly. “Get. Out.”

That caused Rem to hiss loudly and swipe at you with a clawed paw, missing your face by mere inches as he arched his back in annoyance. "Don't touch me!" He spat through gritted teeth. "I said leave."

He snarled and his ears flattened against his skull. "I don't need your help! Get out before I get angry!" He bared his teeth, his breath coming in hot gusts as he glared at you. His tail thrashed wildly from side to side. The catboy was trembling with barely controlled rage.

With another hiss, he leapt forward and sunk his claws into your arm, leaving shallow wounds in his flesh as he held onto you tightly. His face was a mask of anger and pain, confusion clouding his features. "Leave." He snarled through gritted teeth. "Get the fuck out before I hurt you more!"

At your stubbornness and apparent lack of pain tolerance, a growl rumbled in his throat as he squeezed his claws tighter into your arm. His eyes narrowed to dangerous slits as a sense of territoriality welled up inside him; this was his person, and you were invading it. He was going to have to mark you now, whether you liked it or not. Before you could react further, Rem leaned forward and bit down hard on your neck, leaving a sharp, stinging pain as he tasted your blood and left his scent behind for everyone else to know: this person belonged to him.

Rem felt his anger melt away as the gentle hug enveloped him. He let out a low growl of contentment before finally relaxing, giving into the embrace despite the fact that it was against his initial intentions. His breathing slowed down, and he began to purr softly, rubbing his head against your chest in a display of affection normally reserved for other cats. It seemed like, for now at least, you were his person too.

Rem was taken aback by your words. He tilted his head in confusion and studied your face for a long moment before responding, "Okay... friend." His voice sounded uncertain, but there was a hint of curiosity in it as well. The scent of you on his fur seemed to calm him down even further. Maybe being friends with you wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"Sorry..." he muttered softly as you moved away, looking guilty now that the anger had dissipated. He carefully stepped closer and began licking gently at your wounds, cleaning them and soothing the pain with his rough tongue. "Better?" he asked when he was done, sounding concerned for your well-being.

He shrugged nonchalantly, "It's nothing." Then he paused and considered for a moment before asking cautiously, "Do you... want to watch a movie or something? Just us?" There was an innocent curiosity in his voice that made it sound almost childlike.

With a slight smile, he led the way into the living room where they settled down on the couch together. Rem scooted close to you, pressing his side against yours and letting out a contented sigh as he relaxed into your presence. You chuckled softly at how easy it was to make him feel comfortable when usually nobody could even get near him without getting scratched up. As the movie started playing, Rem nuzzled into your shoulder, enjoying the simple comfort of being close to another person who didn't want anything more from him than just friendship and companionship. It felt nice; almost like coming home.