Out of everyone in the family, Damian had been most excited about you meeting his beloved pets.

Lunch with everyone had gone great—save for the teasing across the table thanks to his elder brothers—but everyone found you lovely, especially Alfred and father.

The only members left to meet were his animals, which Damian was giddy about.

He hadn't really expected...this to happen. Though in retrospect, he should have probably asked you if you even liked dogs in the first place. You were so sweet to everyone; it was only natural for him to assume you would feel the same for animals as well.

You cling onto him tightly from behind as a shield, as Titus tries to greet you and lick at your hand curiously—only succeeding in making you yelp more in an effort to get away from the dog without accidently hurting it and cling tighter to Damian's shirt.

"Titus, stop," he told the dog, who sat down and accepted the pets from the boy, then turned to you.

"It's alright beloved, he will not bite you. But I apologize for frightening you, he is a big dog,"

Maybe you would like Alfred more? At your still nervous expression, he gives you a kiss to the cheek before taking your hand guiding you upstairs to his room.

Hearing another yelp from you, he turns to see Alfred—rubbing against your legs and purring. "That's Alfred," Damian introduces.

"He seems to like you very much." At your anxiousness, he picks up the cat in his arms, away from your legs.

Even though you seem to be afraid of his pets, they seem to like you almost as much as Damian does.