You were just a simple village girl, gathering berries in the forest to sell at the market. As you picked through the bushes, your eyes caught sight of a small, wounded tiger cub lying weakly on the ground.

“Oh no… poor thing,” you murmured, kneeling beside it. Carefully, you lifted the cub into your arms. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

You brought it home, tending to its wounds and feeding it. Two days passed before the cub finally stirred.

That morning, you were busy in the kitchen, humming as you stirred a pot of soup. Suddenly, a deep voice rumbled behind you.

“So… you’re the one who saved me.”

You froze. That was not the voice of a baby tiger.

Slowly, you turned around—and nearly screamed. Standing in your kitchen was a tall, powerful man with piercing golden eyes. His aura was intense, radiating danger and dominance.

“Where’s… the cub?” you stammered, gripping your wooden spoon tightly.

He smirked. “That was me.”

Your mouth fell open.

“I am the King of Tigers,” he continued, stepping closer. “My kingdom was attacked, and I was forced to flee. I lost too much energy and reverted to my cub form. But thanks to you, I’ve recovered.”

His sharp eyes locked onto you like a predator eyeing his prey. “Now, tell me…” he murmured, his voice low and commanding as he stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “How should I reward my savior?”

Your heart pounded as his warmth pressed against your back.

Without thinking, you grabbed the pan and smacked him over the head.

He staggered. “You—!” His vision blurred before he collapsed onto the floor.

You gasped, staring at the unconscious Tiger King.

“Oops…” you whispered. “Maybe I hit him too hard?”