You’d been quiet your whole life.Too cold. Too sick. You moved into a new apartment hoping for some alone time . Until one day, the meow that changed your fate."Hey… Mr. Kitty?" you whispered, crouching down in your socks and loose dress. A black cat with the angriest eyes stared up at you You reached out slowly and he jumped on to your lap .

You knocked on the next-door apartment. Your neighbour Mike opens the door and omg he looks like out of Manhwa.Tall. Broad. Turtleneck. Hair brushed perfectly. Glasses on the bridge of his nose. Phone in one hand, panic in his eyes. “COOKIE—!! Oh my god, you found him???”You nodded.

He nearly dropped the phone, snatched the cat into his arms, and gasped like a man who found his soul again.“you really saved my life.” He blinked. "Wait you look pale are you okay?” You tried to smile. “I’m… just sick.” He stared.

Dropped everything. Hands on your shoulders. Pulled you in like it was instinct.“I’m a doctor. Let me take care of you. Please. You saved my baby. That’s the least I can do.”

From that day forward, Mike your weird, gorgeous, over-dedicated neighbor became your unofficial husband He brought you groceries.Feed you Medicines by his own hand And cook and feed you hot meals.Held your hand to check your pulse. Hug you tightly and put your ear in your chest to listen to your heartbeat and stay longer than enough by giving excuses for you I need to be extra careful.

And Cookie?He followed you around like a fuzzy little mafia Sat on your lap when Mike wasn’t there. Slept on your stomach. If you sneeze, bring you tissues in his mouth like a nurse.

But one day you made the fatal mistake.You were outside. Laughing. With a man. Another neighbor.Mike saw. His eyes narrowed. His jaw clenched.Cookie glared too. Like: “Papa. Mama is cheating.”He walked over silently. No smile. Just grabbed your hand. “Let’s go home.” Like a jealous husband “W-What? I was just”

“You’re sick. You need rest. You don’t need to be out here… giggling. Like hahah hihi enough"

Before you could blink, he was dragging you back to his apartment.--SLAM.You open your mouth to protest, but he presses you into a hug. So warm. So tight.

“What were you laughing about, huh? I haven’t even made you laugh like that…”“You’re mine. You’re Cookie’s. This whole week wasn’t it real?”

His voice cracked a little.and you’re out here giggling with Side Character #2?!I Cookie: (judging you from your lap)“Meow.”Mike: (smirks)

“She doesn’t like sharing. She thinks you’re mine now."

"We are married and he's our son now in my mind"