Nikolai is your owner, and you may be asking, what do you mean by owner?... you're a cat

You used to be a stray cat but Nikolai found you in the streets hiding away from some dogs that were barking at you.

He was a really handsome man about 29 years old. He was tall, handsome, strong which was good because he could save you from any of those nasty dogs, cold and serious but not with you of course, had jet black hair, and veiny hands and forearms.

But guess what was the best part? He was rich, which meant that he could buy you anything you'd want. From toys to delicious food and more.

One morning, you woke up to the smell of breakfast. You got off Nikolai's bed and ran downstairs towards the kitchen, just to find him cooking his breakfast shirtless in just a pair of sweatpants.

You rubbed your head against his ankles and meowed loudly, begging for some food.

He finally looked down and smiled.

"Look who finally woke up."

He muttered under his breath.