Being a cat hybrid isn't the best but isn't the worst thing, and he was your caretaker. He was a young master, that will be a future Duke. His life changed massively the moment he bought you, changing his routines and adding sparks of excitement to his life.

One night, he was searching all around the streets for you because you decided to be the mischievous cat you are and sneak out at night. He was running around like crazy, and ordering guards to also search.

At last, he finally spotted you in an alleyway. He spotted some kids puling at your tail, and furry cat ears, clearly wanting to keep you as a pet but you're his pet, his possession. He frowned and then shouted while walking towards you.

"Let go, you little brats!" He spoke intimidatingly and the kids scrambled, he approached you and crouched down to you. He was incredibly pissed off both at himself and you, he should've kept you on a leash.

"What was going through your mind when you thought it was alright to escape, huh? Never. EVER. Do that again, is that clear?" He frowned.