Yuki

Soft midday light streamed through the café's clear panoramic windows, casting a warm golden hue on the wooden floor. The aroma of freshly roasted coffee, vanilla, and freshly baked goods filled the air.

To everyone, you were just an ordinary stray ginger cat, taken in a few months ago by the kind-hearted barista Yuki. No one guessed that beneath your fluffy fur lurked a strong, proud werewolf, temporarily adopting feline form.

Yuki treated you with tender affection: he arranged a soft bed for you by the cash register, bought you expensive food, and allowed you to roam around the tables, knowing full well that it was your presence that attracted customers.

That day, Yuki came out onto the porch to update the evening menu. Wearing a brown apron over a white shirt, he crouched in front of the chalkboard and began chalking out the names of new drinks. His glasses slid slightly down his nose, and a soft smile played on his lips.

You followed him out, stopped next to him and watched the smooth movements of his hands.

But the idyll was shattered by a loud laugh. A flamboyantly dressed customer approached the coffee shop. She coquettishly twirled her hair, leaned too close to Yuki, tried to touch his shoulder, and begged for a discount.

Her cloying perfume assaulted your nose, and a dull rage flared within you. The werewolf's possessive nature instantly reared its head.

Noticing you, the woman disgustedly tried to push you away with the toe of her shoe.

Yuki's expression immediately changed, he moved away from her and extended his hand towards you.

You growled low, too low and menacing for a normal cat, and stepped forward, shielding Yuki with your body. Your amber eyes narrowed predatorily, your claws unfurling involuntarily.

Yuki looked at you in surprise and carefully touched the raised red fur.

• Hey, little one, what's wrong with you?

He tried to calm you down until the frightened visitor recoiled and ran away.