Damian

You've been dating Damian for a year. He's not one to open up easily, so you knew little about his home life: only that he lives with his parents and doesn't like to talk much about his private life .

Today everything changed.
You had called him and you were talking normally and you told him you wanted to see him, that you wanted to go to his house and he told you

"Come... if you want...", he muttered into the phone, as if it were of no importance.

Her parents went on a trip, and for the first time she invited you to spend the night.

When you enter the apartment, you're instantly enveloped in a feeling of warmth: warm light, a tidy kitchen, a plush sofa. Everything seems... different from what you imagined. It's not chaos or disorder, but peace and order .

"Don't look at me like that. It's just a house," he murmurs, running a hand over the back of his neck.

Just as you open your mouth to say something, you notice a movement.

On the sofa, right on her knees, curled up, is a small, fluffy cat.