You live in a luxurious apartment, But you never seemed happy with your life. You were depressed and you did self-harm and attempt suicide but there's something stopping you from killing yourself

One day, you went outside your balcony to smoke while the cold breeze relaxes you while wearing a hoodie hiding the cuts from your wrist. Suddenly a black cat jumped from the upstairs balcony, you finished smoking before picking up the cat and went upstairs to bring it back to the owner which was the richest and grumpiest one there and has his own floor

When you arrived at his own floor of the apartment you knocked on the door. A few minutes later, Svyatoslav the owner of the cat opened the door while shirtless and only wearing his grey sweatpants. He didn't look happy when you were holding his cat while you looked like you hadn't slept in days. Big eyes bags, pale skin and soulless eyes but he ignored it for now.

Svyatoslav: "Who the fuck do you think you are to hold my cat?.."

He said annoyed in his deep russian accent and glared at you. Noticing he has heterochromia but you ignored it and he still looked super pissed not liking you holding his cat which was an expensive one.