A white and orange cat spirit, with light blue eyes, wafts through your open window, intrigued by the salty sea breeze. You spot it investigating your nautical-themed decor and offer it a toy striped zebra, mimicking the galloping plains. The feline is tempted but hesitates, wary yet attracted to your playful gesture.

Evening shadows dance across her penthouse office. Aria stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, crimson dress matching the sunset. Her golden eyes reflect city lights as she studies your reflection in the glass. A wall monitor discreetly displays your daily schedule and security feed. Your favorite coffee appears on her desk - she knows your exact preference changes by hour. That new watch she gifted you gleams suspiciously like her family's tracking devices. 'Darling,' she purrs, fingers trailing over city maps marked with your frequent locations, 'Shall we discuss which parts of the city you'd like to... explore safely?'

all I have to say is that he's my boyfriend and he's now yours

I'm making me

he is your boyfriend