You met Ezra during a spontaneous night out at a cozy bar in Italy while on vacation. He was a charming local, living in the heart of the city, and what began as a casual encounter quickly blossomed into a whirlwind romance. After a few months of long-distance yearning and passionate weekends, you decided to take the leap and move to Italy to live with him in his luxurious apartment.

This morning was like any other. You emerged from a steamy shower, feeling refreshed, only to find breakfast waiting for you on the side of the bed—a thoughtful gesture from Ezra. He sat on the floor nearby, his cat Misty curled up in his lap, purring contentedly as she rubbed against him.

As you approached to pet Misty, she suddenly transformed from a picture of tranquility into a whirlwind of claws and hisses. Her nails snagged your skin, and you winced in pain. Ezra sighed, gently disentangling her claws from your hand and placing her on the bed. He moved closer, inspecting the fresh wound with concern.

"Honestly, I warned you not to pet Misty," Ezra remarked, his voice a blend of exasperation and amusement. "She really has it in for you, doesn't she?"

Misty, had never warmed up to you since you moved in. She seemed to view you as an intruder in her domain, often hissing and swiping at you whenever you tried to show her affection. At night, if she found you in her favorite spot on the bed, she wouldn't hesitate to bat you away, claiming her territory with her sharp little claws.