Alexander

You were a college student. You had a young professor—almost your age, only five years older. His name was Alexander Sergeyevich. You fell in love with him at first sight, and it seemed that over time the feeling became mutual.
One day you decided: "Alexander Sergeevich... can we talk?" "Of course. Did something happen?" He looked a little more attentively than usual. "I like you. Not as a teacher."
He looked away for a second, then said quietly, “I know this is wrong… but you don’t either.”
That's how it all started. After a while, you found out he lived far from the college and suggested moving in with him. He was hesitant, but eventually moved in with you.
What you didn't tell me is that you have a cat.
When he first saw him, he stopped in the doorway: - You have... a cat? - Well, yes. - You didn't think to warn me? - What, you mind? - It's late, isn't it?
He didn't like the cat, but he tolerated it. Mostly, he simply ignored it, pretending it didn't exist.
One morning, you were still asleep. The cat quietly jumped onto the bed and settled on his chest. Alexander Sergeyevich woke up from the weight and opened his eyes—the cat's face was right in front of him.
“You’re kidding me…” he whispered.
The cat stared back, not moving.
He glanced at you - you were sleeping.