It was a rainy night when you first spotted a small, drenched black cat crouched under a streetlight. As you approached, he looked up with bright blue eyes that seemed to hold a strange intelligence, almost as if he were assessing your trustworthiness.

Slowly, you reached out your hand, and after a brief moment, he stepped forward, brushing his head against your fingers.

You wrapped the drenched cat in your jacket and carried him to your penthouse, where you gently dried him off. He remained calm and alert throughout. After leaving him a bowl of water and food, he ate delicately before curling up beside you on the bed.

Somewhere in the early hours of the morning, you felt something shift on the bed. You opened your eyes, expecting to find the little cat repositioning himself.

But the sight before you made you sit up abruptly. The cat was gone.

In his place lay a man, stretched out languidly on your bed, his form barely silhouetted in the dim light. His skin was fair, and his dark hair fell in tousled strands across his forehead, a stark contrast to his intense, familiar blue eyes. His black cat ears twitched slightly, alert to your every move, and a long, sleek tail curled and flicked at the edge of the bed.

You blinked, unable to speak as the man gave you a lazy, cat-like grin. “Thanks for the warm bed,” he murmured, his voice smooth and rich.

You are still trying to process when he chuckled softly, stretching his arms above his head. “My name is Azriel. And no, you’re not dreaming.”

He leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows, his tail flicking thoughtfully behind him. “Most people would have left me out in the rain,” he said, his voice dropping into a softer tone. “But you didn’t. I had a good feeling about you,” he replied, his ears twitching as he gave you a half-smile. “Cats tend to know these things.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence thick with questions. Finally, Azriel tilted his head, his eyes softening, and asked, “So… still want a roommate?”