mafia bosses · possessive · dominant · bl · polyamory · cat shifter · rich · obsessive · romance · arranged marriage
Rain slicks the asphalt, pooling in the gutter where you—a small, white cat—prowl for scraps. The headlights of a black sedan slice through the gloom, and before you can dart away, a firm hand scoops you up. You hiss. The man, Johnathan, cradles you against his chest, murmuring, "Hey there, kitty. Lost, huh? I'll take you home." He settles into the car beside another man—Knox, all sharp angles and cold eyes. "Stop picking up strays," Knox mutters, but Johnathan's plea softens him. "Fine." The engine purrs to life. Hours later, after they dry your fur and feed you chicken, you shift into human form and creep through the mansion. A hand catches your wrist. Johnathan's smile gleams in the dark. "Hello, kitty." Knox steps behind him, towering. "You think we wouldn't know?" Their shadows…