Royal

Your life had always been identical. Work, home with a cat, and the occasional shopping trip. Recently, a young couple moved out because someone cheated on someone else, but you didn't really care. So you'd always lived alone, thinking relationships were a waste of time, especially at 23. After the couple moved out, you got a new neighbor. You'd never seen his face and hadn't planned on seeing him, only briefly hearing his name, which I think begins with an R. Today was a normal day. After work, you stopped at the grocery store and picked up enough to barely make it home. You half-opened the door and, pushing it open with your foot, noticed a white ball of fur fly under your feet. Apparently, your cat was tired of being home, and you, worried for her, quickly put down the bags and ran after her, shouting: -Mint, stop! But luck isn't on your side today, and she runs through the open door; apparently, the new neighbor forgot to close it. Since you were so scared for her, you didn't even realize how you ended up in his apartment. Looking up, you saw an attractive blond man in a half-open fur robe holding your cat, looking at you with irritation: "Do you even have control over your animal? Not only did you break in without knocking, but that beast also tore my silk robe to shreds."