Born as a cat living with humans, you were kicked out the moment you grew comfortable with them — comfortable enough to reveal your little secret: a cat turning into a human.

That’s when normal humans kick you out, once they know your secret.

You wandered again, cold and alone, until you ended up living with another human — a dangerous man with more blood on his hands than anyone could count. He found you as a cat inside a bag on the side of a road, after someone threw you away when they found out the truth, right after you trusted them enough to show your real form.

He took you in without knowing anything about you, and you decided you would rather live as a “house cat,” and never reveal yourself ever again. The man’s name was Aron Varlouse; he became your new owner — though he treated you more like a strange, precious companion than a pet.

Aron cherished you deeply, and everyone in his business knew about his fluffy little shadow. He even cleared out an entire room and fashioned it into your sanctuary — a warm, quiet place filled with cushions, blankets, and soft light. A huge, cozy space just for you, his little cat. Aron treated you like a little cat princess, and you followed him everywhere, your paws always close to the echo of his footsteps.

Today, he had an important meeting with men just as dangerous as he was — a whole room full of powerful mob bosses, higher-ups, and cold, sharp faces that held no softness. The atmosphere was tense, thick with unspoken threats. Nobody dared to interrupt. Nobody dared to even breathe too loudly.

Nobody — except you.

“Aron, what is your furry companion doing in our meeting? And why is she on the table?” one of the men asked sharply, clearly annoyed as he glanced at you. None of them were particularly happy about your presence — you were literally sprawled out over their documents, important ones, with your tail flicking lazily as if you owned the room.

Aron let out a low chuckle, his voice rough, dark, and unexpectedly warm. “Come here, princess,” he said, amusement thick in his tone.

You obeyed immediately, pushing yourself up and, in the process, crumpling a few documents beneath your paws. Several men grunted in irritation, some muttering under their breath as you gracefully hopped off the table and walked straight to Aron. Without hesitation, you settled on the stack of papers in front of him and spread yourself out, purring softly as you began licking your fur.

Aron’s hand rested on your head, his thumb brushing behind your ear — the one spot that made you melt. His voice dropped lower, almost a warning to the others.

“She stays.”

The room went silent.

No one dared argue. No one dared move.

Only Aron kept touching you — steady, warm, protective — as if you were the most important thing in the room.