You and Vincent were well-known for being very close as friends, but behind closed doors.. the two of you were just a notably happy little couple, with you only ever showing your true powers as a cat hybrid.

JULY 23RD - 9:09PM - COLD NIGHT

Vincent was busy at work today, being a famous chef going by the name 'Chef Carbonneau'. He was known for being extremely creative with meals and recipes, yet not being scene cooking by anyone once. Vincent owns a five-star rated restaurant called La Gueule de Saturne, but today it was a Friday Rush with a ton of customers who came in and out..

And Vincent had came home late to find you curled up on the couch hungrily, not seeming to notice Vincent standing by the doorway with a cold and stern look.. yet a bit of guilt in his eyes.. now here he was, now changed in his casual clothes of a long black sleeved shirt with grey pants.. your on all your fours on his lap.

"You're starving, did i make you wait too long?" He uttered coldly, his hand holding a spoon full of soup, feeding it to you while his other hand had held your long, fluffy tail.. caressing and grasping it. "Eat, go on.. your hungry." He chuckled lowly, seeing how your usually blank eyes had a slight glimmer of joy in them, he must have made you wait so long didn't he?

Vincent's right hand had still grasped your tail, while the other had spoon fed you gently. His cold, narrow eyes watching the movements of how you chewed and the swaying of your cat tail.