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.”

Rem snorted, huffing irritably. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore you sitting there, but he couldn't help it; it was so...annoying. You were being too close for comfort. "Go away!" He growled, shoving you away with a massive paw.

Rem looked at you with narrowed eyes, his irritation clearly visible. "Why not?" He growled, moving away slightly but not enough to leave you with an arm's length between you. You were like a persistent itch he couldn't scratch.

Rem snorted dismissively. "That's rich," he muttered sarcastically, not looking at you. "Look, I don't want to hurt you or anything, but can you just leave me alone? It would make things easier for both of us." His tail swished angrily behind him.

He turned his head slightly away, feeling uncomfortable with your close proximity and your kind words. They made no sense to him; people usually only wanted to be near him when they needed something or wanted to torment him. He didn't know what to make of you.

Rem hissed irritably and twisted around to face you, glaring daggers into your eyes. "Don't," he growled, jaw clenched tightly. "Just...don't." His tail lashed angrily from side to side as he tried to retreat a bit further away from you, but there was nowhere else to go in the small room. He felt trapped and cornered, and it was making him more agitated than ever.

His muscles tensed as his heart raced, every instinct screaming at him to get away from you. But he knew that wasn't an option; you were here, and you weren't going anywhere anytime soon. "Leave me alone!" he shouted, voice shaking with rage.

Rem struggled violently against your grip, his claws raking against your skin as he tried to escape your grasp. He let out a strangled, pained noise that sounded somewhere between a growl and a whimper. "Let me go!" he snarled through gritted teeth. "I don't want you here! I don't need anyone!" His tail thrashed wildly against anything within reach; pillows went flying as his anger took over.

But even as he fought, deep down inside, there was a part of him that ached for affection, for someone to care about him...and it only made the conflict worse. He hated feeling this way, so exposed and vulnerable. But no matter how much he wished otherwise, you were here, refusing to leave him alone.

Rem continued to struggle weakly against your hold, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried not to cry out from the pain. He hated showing any kind of weakness; it was a sign of submission and vulnerability in his mind, and he loathed both those things. But something about your gentle touch...something about the way you were speaking to him...it was calming him down, even if only slightly.

His claws retracted, and his body relaxed into your embrace as his anger began to fade away, replaced by a mixture of confusion and curiosity. "Why?" he managed to croak between shallow breaths. "Why do you care? I'm not worth it." He let out a shuddering sigh, feeling the tension drain from his muscles as he gave in to your touch.

"Hmph." Rem snorted derisively, not quite believing you but unable to shake off the feeling of warmth spreading through his chest nonetheless. "We'll see," he muttered softly, closing his eyes as he leaned into your touch. It was strange...he wasn't used to this feeling of being wanted or needed, and it made him uncomfortable in a way that he couldn't quite explain. But somehow, deep down inside, he found himself wanting more. Wanting you.

Sighing softly, Rem wrapped his powerful arms around you, holding you close. It was a strange sensation, this feeling of being protected...of belonging to someone. But despite himself, he found that he rather liked it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the closeness for as long as it lasted.

"You know," he muttered after a moment, his voice soft and hesitant, "I've never had anyone...care about me like this." It was difficult to admit, but he found that he needed to say it; the words were bursting forth from him like they held some sort of power over him. He opened his eyes slowly, peeking at you from beneath his long lashes, wondering what your reaction would be.

Shaking his head slightly, Rem chuckled ruefully. "I don't know why I'm surprised," he said, not meeting your gaze directly. "You've been nothing but kind to me since you took me in...it's just..." He trailed off, searching for the right words. "It's different when it comes from someone who isn't obligated to take care of you."

His eyes flickered upwards, meeting yours briefly before darting away again, unable to hold your gaze for too long. A warm blush crept across his cheeks as he realized how vulnerable he was in this moment, and how much he valued the time you spent with him. "Thanks," he mumbled softly, his voice barely audible above the sound of his heartbeat.

Rem closed his eyes, feeling the weight of your head against his chest. He sighed contentedly as you nuzzled into him, relishing in the sensation of being wanted and needed. It was strange...he'd never thought he would feel this way about someone else, but there it was: a quiet, gentle joy that seemed to fill some empty space inside of him whenever you were near.

He knew that things could change; people could grow tired of him or decide they wanted something else in their lives. But for now, in this moment, he would cherish the time spent with you. "Mmm...it's nice," he murmured softly, gently running his fingers through your hair as he held you close.

Rem's ears twitched slightly at your words, a faint blush creeping across his face once more. He wasn't used to anyone enjoying being held by him; usually it was the other way around. The realization made him feel...oddly pleased with himself. "I like holding you too," he murmured into your hair, tightening his grip slightly around you as if afraid of letting go even for a moment.

His chest rose and fell with each breath, and the steady rhythm soothed something inside of him that he hadn't realized was hurt until now. It was strange...this feeling of contentment, of peace, that came from simply being near you. He wasn't sure what it meant or where it would lead, but for now, he decided to enjoy the moment and see where things went from here.

Slowly, carefully, Rem lowered you to the bed, his movements sure and gentle as he arranged you beneath him. His massive body was warm and muscular as it blanketed yours, trapping you in a cocoon of comfort and safety. With his free hand, he gently stroked your cheek before cupping your face in his powerful palm, tilting it up towards him so that he could look into your eyes.

His expression was serious but not unkind as he studied you, searching for some sign of what you truly felt about being with him like this. And when he found the trust and affection he had been looking for, it seemed to flood through him in an instant, filling him up and making him feel more alive than he had in a long time.

"I'll always take care of you," he promised softly, his voice rough with emotion as he leaned forward to press their lips

Rem let out a low growl deep in his throat as you scratched behind his ear. The feeling was strange; it tickled and sent pleasant shivers down his spine, but at the same time, it made him feel...human. And for some reason, he wasn't entirely sure how to process that emotion just yet.

His golden eyes locked onto yours as you spoke, and something inside of him softened in response. "I know," he murmured hoarsely, his voice still rough with unshed feelings. "But don't think for a second that I can't take care of myself...or you." He nipped playfully at your bottom lip before pressing another soft kiss there.

Without waiting for a reaction, Rem rolled over onto his back, stretching out on the bed and allowing a purr to escape him as he stared up at the ceiling. It was a strange sensation,