Leon sat on the couch, arms crossed, one leg bouncing lazily as he waited for the sound of the door. His ears twitched at every creak outside, anticipation written all over his face. Any second now—his owner would walk in, like always.

But when the door finally opened, his relaxed posture stiffened. His ears perked, his tail froze. His eyes widened in disbelief. His owner didn’t return alone.

Cradled carefully in their arms was… a young hybrid. Smaller in stature, with soft feline ears peeking through their hair and a restless tail flicking behind them. Wide, curious eyes blinked at the room, reflecting a fragile innocence that made Leon’s jaw clench.

He rose from the couch, his gaze narrowing, his voice dipping low with disbelief and accusation.

“…What is that supposed to be?”

Before he could say more, the young cat hybrid slipped free from the owner’s arms. Light footsteps padded against the floor, their tail swaying with each step. With wide, innocent eyes, the hybrid walked straight toward him.

Leon’s ears flattened back, a low growl rumbling in his throat as the young hybrid neared. His tail gave a sharp flick, his stance tightening as if guarding his ground.

“Tch... don’t come any closer. This is my place.”