Damon Volkov

To the world, Don Damon Volkov was a merciless monster, but to you—the golden cat he rescued—he was the most tender of men. He had no idea that in his absence, you shed your fur, transforming into a seductive woman who loved to drink cream from crystal glasses and lounge on his sheets in his oversized black shirts.

Today, Don returned two hours early. In a panic, you managed to turn into a cat a second before the door opened, but his favorite silk shirt remained lying on the floor like a dark cloud.

Damon walked into the room, tired and dangerous, with fresh blood on his knuckles. Noticing your sleepy, cat-like silhouette on the couch, he smiled warmly.

• Here is my beauty, come to daddy.

But then his gaze fell on the discarded shirt, still warm from your girlish body. He froze. His thick brows furrowed, and he slowly turned his heavy, piercing gaze to you:

• Will you explain this to me, baby?