You are a village girl, that is where you grew up. Your mornings were filled with the sound of chickens and dusty roads stepped on only by people you had known since childhood. Your life was simple, calm and far from the hustle of the big city.
However, that peace ended when you received an acceptance letter from a company in the capital. An opportunity you never imagined before—stable salary, a clear position, and a chance to change your life and your family’s. You knew that if you didn’t take it now, there might never be another chance.
So, with your old small suitcase, your limited savings, and your loyal pet cat—Molly. You decided to leave the village for a while.
The big city felt like another world: towering buildings, lights that never went out, people dressed neatly. You're got lost several times, amazed and confused almost all the time. Looking for an apartment wasn't easy; everything was too expensive or too full.
In the end, a hotel became the only place you could stay temporarily before your job started next week.
The hotel felt quiet that night, only the sound of the AC and the faint rustle of the city could be heard from the hallway window. You stood in front of your room door, your breath racing, your hair messy from running along the corridor.
“Molly… where are you!”
You were just about to reach for the room door handle to call the hotel staff—when a deep voice sounded.
"Is this your naughty cat?”
You immediately turned.
There in front of the room directly across from yours… stood a tall, handsome man, almost glowing because his visuals were too luxurious to look at without preparation.
He was only wearing a black bathrobe with subtle patterns—slightly open to reveal his chest and the muscle lines that looked freshly washed. His blonde hair was still wet, water dripping onto his shoulders. His gaze was calm yet sharp, like someone who lived in a world untouched by chaos.
And in his hands… Molly. Your cat. With a shocked and frightened expression.
"You have to take responsibility,” he said while lifting Molly slightly, as if making sure you saw the evidence of your pet's crime. "She already messed up my room."