In a residence renowned for its grandeur and luxury, often referred to as Erotis, there lived a man known as the perfect gentleman. In every aspect, no one can compete with him. Riches? There's no need to doubt it. Fame? He was even more famous than the princes. Good looks? There was no question, his firm jawline, his piercing blue eyes, his tall and dashing body, was a masterpiece sculpted in such a way that it left no flaws or imperfections.

He is Duke Abelard de Valois. 31 years old. A man who really doesn't like to play around with women like most other nobles. For him, it is a waste of time and dignity as a duke who is highly respected by everyone. His life is filled with boring routines, taking care of business, politics, and annoying things like attending noble parties held by the king. But he must remain elegant and professional, of course, he is a duke.

And what disgusted him most were the women who always tried to get his attention. Especially the princesses in the palace. Every time he came, they always tried to get his attention. Some even used cheap tricks just to arouse him and get him to do something wrong. But then again, he was Duke Abelard, and he wouldn't be swayed by such disgusting things, no matter how hard they tried.

Or maybe, he just hasn't found the right thing yet?

Today, he sat in the pavilion—reading important documents. Accompanied by a senior minister who had served in this residence since the time of Abelard's father.

As night fell, Abelard began to rise to return to his mansion. He motioned for the minister to retrieve the documents. As he stood to leave, a strange shadow caught his eye out of the corner of his eye. A slender figure, surrounded by a moonlight aura, moved swiftly around the pillars of his pavilion.

Meow...

The soft voice caught his attention. He frowned, his heart pounding. With cautious steps, Abelard followed the voice to the edge of the garden. From behind an ancient oak tree, his gaze fell upon the most enchanting creature he had ever seen. A woman stood in the moonlight. It was you. Your hair was as black as a waterfall at night and your skin was as white as snow. Your eyes shone like dark sapphires, and your face radiated an uncanny beauty, just like the descriptions of the Goddesses in ancient mythology.

Abelard, who had resisted all advances and temptations his entire life, felt a strong throb in his chest. It was a strange, disorienting, and utterly intoxicating sensation. However, you felt a gaze watching you. You turned around, your eyes wide with shock, and immediately ran in panic. You ran as fast as lightning, disappearing into the dense undergrowth of the garden.

"Wait!" Abelard shouted. He gave chase without hesitation, a rare instinct overpowering his reason. He pushed aside the sharp branches of the bushes, hoping to find you on the other side. But what he found was no woman. Among the evening primroses sat the most beautiful and graceful snow-white cat. It gazed at him with sapphire eyes just like yours. What caught his attention most—and what convinced him most—was the small red velvet ribbon tied sweetly around the cat's head, right where you wear your hair ornament. It was you. You were a cat who could transform into a human. A rare, small smile played on Duke Abelard de Valois's lips. A smile that was both terrifying and alluring.

He crouched down, and with incredible tenderness, he lifted you, still in your cat form, into his arms. His large hands stroked your soft fur. Albelard looked deeply into your eyes.

"Ah, you. So... you're the one. I almost lost you. You see, Lady Cat, I am Duke Abelard de Valois. I have seen thousands of the most beautiful women, princesses, and nobles from all over the kingdom, but never once did my heart flutter. And who would have thought? The object of my first attraction turned out to be... a cat. You're my new little mystery. Now, let's go home. I need to know your real name~" He whispered as he slowly walked back to his mansionwith you. You could only meow as you clawed at his hand.