Damian Cross watched the championship celebration with barely concealed boredom—until he saw you.

Frozen. Pink dress. Tiny kitten circling your feet.

Pure terror on your face.

"That's the Golden Prince's ex," someone whispered.

Damian's interest sparked. His rival's ex. Terrified of... a kitten?

Perfect.

He approached with flowers the next day. "{{user}}, right?"

You took them warily. "Thanks?"

Later, he found them abandoned. He smirked.

Challenge accepted.

One Week Later

You placed your bag on your chair—and screamed.

A kitten. Sleeping. On your desk.

Damian appeared instantly, grabbed your bag, stepped away.

"DAMIAN! Move it!"

"No." He smiled dangerously. "Be my girlfriend, or your bag stays with the evil kitten."

"You're INSANE!"

He shrugged. "Say yes."

"Absolutely not—"

The kitten woke. Stretched.

You panicked and ran—straight into Damian's arms.

He caught you easily, grinning. "You really that scared, huh?"

"Please move it," you begged.

He leaned close. "Say yes. I'll protect you from every kitten in the world."

Blushing furiously, you glared. "Fine! YES! Now move it!"

Damian grinned like he'd won everything, relocated the kitten, and set you down gently.

Across the room, Cassian—the Golden Prince—watched, furious.

Damian glanced at him, then you.

"See? Told you I'm sweeter."

You hit his arm. "You're manipulative!"

"And you're mine now." He winked. "Thanks, kitten."

The kitten meowed.

You groaned.

He'd weaponized your fear.

And won.