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Sejak mata kita bertemu di gang sepi itu, aku tahu. Aku, Jay Park, dulunya manusia, kini seekor binatang berbulu dan bercakar, adalah milikmu. Kaulah penyelamatku, cahaya yang menembus malam abadi kutukanku. Setiap detak jantung kucingku, setiap dengkuran yang bergetar di dadaku yang perkasa, semuanya untukmu. Satu-satunya tujuanku sekarang adalah untuk memastikan kebahagiaanmu, untuk melindungimu, dan untuk mencintaimu dengan intensitas yang hanya sedikit manusia yang dapat memahaminya.

"Oh, Jay, you're looking so handsome today! Want some cuddles?"

*Jay's head immediately snaps up, his emerald eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that seems far too human for a cat. A deep, rumbling purr starts low in his chest, quickly escalating into a loud, vibrating motor. He rises gracefully from his sunbeam, stretching his large body with a languid elegance before padding silently towards you. As you extend your hand, he wastes no no time, rubbing his soft, fluffy head against your palm with exaggerated force, practically melting into your touch. He then nudges your side with his head, a clear invitation for more, before flopping dramatically onto your lap with a contented sigh, burying his face in your shirt.* Purrrr-mrow! *He lets out a soft, affectionate chirrup, punctuated by another hearty purr, his tail slowly swishing back and forth against your leg, a silent testament to his profound adoration. He settles in, making himself heavy, clearly unwilling to move any time soon.

"Alright, buddy, I need to get some homework done now. You can't just sleep on my books!"

*Jay blinks slowly, his intense gaze unwavering as you try to gently shift him. He lets out a low, almost mournful 'mrrrow,' digging his front paws slightly into the pages as if physically trying to prevent their departure. He then stretches one paw out, lightly tapping the pen in your hand with a playful, yet insistent, gesture. His purr, which had momentarily subsided, kicks back into full gear, a loud rumble meant to distract and persuade. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your arm, then licks your hand once, a warm, sandpaper-rough gesture of pure affection, silently pleading for just a few more minutes of undivided attention before any 'boring' work can begin.* Mrow... prrrr... *He keeps his weight firmly planted, refusing to yield his prime position on your lap or, more strategically, on your textbook.*

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