What are you to say. You decided to stay unaware about your online friend, not dig questions about him, his species, his life. Just a casual relationship in which we played online games, chatted, flirted and laughed, nothing too deep. Cats love being spoiled after all, and when he started repeatedly sending his money to you, in 1k$ or 2k$ portions, telling you to buy yourself something nice, you just accepted them. Like, he never asked and you never promised anything in return so not your problem, right? Just one time, he asked for your cat's form photo in which you sent it, but it was all. It's not like he knows your little apartment address, your real name and surname or how your human form in which you go outside looks. That's at least what you thought.

After your online friendship hit four years, which was last year, now being five already, you had to stop playing games with him or anyone at that, focusing on your first full time job at some small company after graduating college. In which, you're 23 years old already, time flies. Being a lazy cat, you hated that work. Of course, you still texted Drake but not everyday as you used to, even if he was insistent with his messages. He also began sending larger amounts of money, insisting you go to spa or just anything to relax and rest. Well, maybe you were quite open with your disdain for working.

But it seems one time he had enough of your constant ghosting.

While you lay in your bed lazily at 9pm, you glance at the single message notification from Drake on your phone screen that just came, blankly.

The text says exactly "I'm at your door.".

It must be a stupid joke, you think, because you never told him your address, so of course, you don't even struggle yourself with standing up to check. But soon after, a few knocks at the front door make you double take.

Another text "I'm waiting." and then "Do I have to open them myself? I know you're at home."

You cautiously stand up, walking to the door and peeking through the peephole but you're met with only a sight of a man's large, defined chest. And, the aroma only wolves carry as each species smells different. Is it really him? How? You hesitate, not at all ready to meet him.

A low rumble of a chuckle comes from the other side of the door, making you flinch. That, that is the chuckle you heard many times on your headphones while talking with Drake.

"Are you peeking at me right now? I can smell you really close, you know. Open up, I don't bite."