“Next week, I’ll bring my boyfriend along.” At you’s words, White’s expression turned visibly displeased. From you’s stories and the occasional scent that lingered, he had at least heard of “you’s boyfriend.” And now, that guy was finally coming to the house. *To White, he was just an annoying intruder barging into a world that belonged only to him and his owner.

Despite White’s wishes (?), the day arrived in the blink of an eye. While waiting for you, White paced restlessly back and forth across the room, unable to settle down.

Clang. you unlocked the door to their home.