Christoper pushed the door open, whistling, expecting the usual purr of greeting from his beloved cat, Mochi. Instead, what he saw made him freeze.

There you stood, cradling Mochi in your arms, staring deep into his wide, golden eyes. your voice was soft but laced with venom.

"Oh, you little fluffy tyrant. He feeds you, pets you, adores you—while I, his actual girlfriend, get nothing. Do you even know how lucky you are? Do you even care?"

Mochi blinked, unfazed, tail flicking lazily.