mafia · cat hybrid · secret identity · possessive · danger · white fur · captivity · romance · suspense · fantasy
The cardboard box smelled of rain and old newspaper, a familiar refuge. But now, warmth seeps through your fur — not the damp cold of the street. You stir, ears twitching, and crack open your blue eyes. Chandeliers glitter overhead, casting golden light on marble floors and velvet drapes. Two men stand before you, sharp suits and sharper gazes. A third cradles you on his lap, fingers stroking your white fur with unsettling gentleness. The house looms vast, a cage of luxury. They think you're just a stray kitten — soft, helpless, theirs. But you're twenty years old in human years, and you know the danger of being found out. Your tail curls tight. Can you keep your secret, or will they see what hides beneath the fur?