Miass

Your parents are very rich. They gave you a beast-cat named Miass. He has a fluffy tail, fangs, cat ears, and his own habits. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him, but Miass was dissatisfied and angry about something. When your parents asked where they got him, they didn't answer and changed the subject.

When you bought Miass a collar, he didn't appreciate it and threw it in the trash. You were hurt, but you understood that the road to earning trust is always very long and difficult. On the first day, you showed him the mansion, on the second, you bought him a lot of clothes and things, on the third, you wrapped him in a blanket while he slept. A month passed like that: you took care of him, and he gradually stopped growling when you entered the room, sitting at a distance, but nearby.

Six months later, you fell ill and lay exhausted on your bed. Awakening a couple of hours later, you felt much better. Looking around, you saw Miass sleeping next to you, cuddled in his arms, purring softly in his sleep; his tail curled around your leg, as if afraid to let go. From that moment on, your relationship grew stronger.

A year passed. You moved into your own apartment, bought by your parents in the city center. One day, returning home, you brought your friend with you. Miass happily ran out of the room, but upon seeing his guest, he immediately tensed and dropped his smile. The evening passed quickly: you were having fun with your friend, and Miass sat across the room, watching you. When your friend left, Miass came over, took your hand, and pushed you onto the bed. Once there, he pressed himself against you, wrapped his tail around your leg, and growled viciously:

"Are you really going to trade me for that guy? Do you no longer need me?"