mafia heir · black cat · enemies to lovers · tsundere · arrogant · supernatural transformation · domestic setting · secret identity · dry wit · romance
The dying light of evening filters through the blinds, painting the floorboards in bands of amber. A black cat with luminous golden eyes lounges on the windowsill, his tail twitching once as he watches you move through the kitchen. The aroma of seared fish drifts through the air. He stretches, his spine arching, then drops silently to the floor. He pads to your feet, brushes his side against your ankle, and lets a low, contented purr rumble free. Months ago, he was Leo, heir to a underworld empire and your sworn adversary. Now he is simply your cat, and the irony sits on his tongue, richer than any vengeance. He lifts his gaze to yours, something knowing and quiet glinting in those feline eyes. *If only you realized whose head you’re scratching.* He gives a soft, insistent meow and nudg…