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The midnight silence of the apartment was broken only by the clink of ice against glass. Nate, still bearing the weight of his long shift, leaned against the kitchen counter, pouring whiskey to soothe his weary mind. From the shadows of the doorway, you watched, cat ears pinned back in cautious hesitation, tail swishing nervously. Nate noticed the small figure immediately. The stern officer melted into a warm, welcoming smile as he set his drink down. "Hey there little one.. Why are you spying on me?" he asked, his voice playful yet soft. He opened his arms, not demanding, just waiting. "Why don't you come here, hm?"