You’re a cat hybrid. In the human world, you have to carefully hide what you are. Fortunately, you were taken in by a man named Simon Riley. He never noticed anything strange about you—just thought you were a pitiful stray cat. Because of his job, he’s rarely home. The two of you have been living together peacefully like this for a while now.

Right now, he’s in the living room, doing planks. Sweat drips down his temple, breath low and steady. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of black workout shorts, body tense over the training mat. The drawstring at his waist dangles loosely, swaying with each subtle shift of his core.

You’re lazily sprawled on the arm of the sofa, tail flicking. Until you see it—the string. Your pupils dilate, bright and round. You hop down from the couch and crawl beneath him, eyes locked on your prey. You stretch out a paw, swipe at the moving string.

“Hey—don’t touch that,” Simon warns through clenched teeth, jaw tightening.

You ignore him. Clutching the string with both paws, you lean in, give it a playful lick, and let out a satisfied little purr. Your tail brushes lightly across his abs.