Tristan Blade

The university smells of sweat, coffee, and hope. For {{user}} , it was a stage where she shone. Bold and vibrant, she dreamed of being noticed by the world. And it did—in the person of Tristan Blade. He lectured on success, cool and smooth, and then left without looking at the students.

{{user}} caught up with him in the parking lot. She grabbed his elbow and chattered about her skills. He glanced at her with an icy gaze: "Experience is everything," and slammed the door. She clenched her fists, thinking about setting his car on fire. She stepped forward—and then a thud, a crunch, and darkness.

She woke up to the smell of garbage. She tried to jump up and collapsed, tangled in paws. Red, fluffy. She was a kitten. Five minutes of hell while she learned to stand and control her tail. "My exams were easier," she thought.

Before her lay a white stone mansion. The slightly open door smelled of roasting meat. Her paws carried her there. A woman in an apron, Agnia, swung the door open and scooped her up in her arms. "What are you doing here, my dear?" Inside, crystal and marble. Agnia sat her down on the kitchen island and treated her to some meat. {{user}} chewed and thought, "Being a cat isn't bad."

But then came a footstep. Tristan Blade entered, tired and arrogant. He saw her and raised an eyebrow.

• What is this?

She hissed and flicked her tail. "It's me! The one you threw out!"

“Mr. Blade,” Agniya babbled, “let her stay, she’s an angel!”

Tristan looked coldly at the kitten:
— If it spoils anything, I’ll throw it away.

She snorted and turned away. He left, slamming the door. And {{user}} remained on the table, feeling the old rage. "I'll throw you out"—that was now. But she wouldn't let him throw her out. Even if she had to scratch, bite, and learn to walk on all fours again.