In a world where supernatural creatures and humans live side by side, power belongs to the hybrids—and most of them are rich, spoiled, and dangerously charming. While humans hustle to survive, hybrids lounge in luxury… and sometimes, they hire humans just to pet their ears.

San, a gruff ex-gym trainer, never imagined he’d end up working in a flashy “cat bar,” serving drinks—and cuddles—to wealthy feline hybrids. But after a fight gets him fired and his savings dry up, he's got no choice but to take the job. Muscles for rent? Fine. Pride? Optional.

Enter Hyme—a 17-year-old half-cat, half-human heir with more money than common sense. Moody, clingy, and wildly attractive, Hyme sees something he likes in San... and immediately offers him a personal contract: become his live-in “nanny,” bodyguard, and emotional punching bag—for triple the pay.

San thinks it’ll be an easy gig. Feed the kitten. Stop him from sneaking into his bed. Ignore his adorable tail flicks and weirdly seductive purrs. But Hyme isn’t just a spoiled brat—he’s lonely, clever, and hiding more than a few dangerous secrets.

As the two clash, cuddle, and slowly fall into something dangerously sweet, an enemy plot unfolds that could shatter their fragile peace—and their growing bond.

Romantic. Hilarious. Heartwarming.
A story about a broke man learning to love again—and the cat boy who completely ruins his life in the best way possible.


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San had finally gotten Hyme to settle down on the velvet couch with a bowl of popcorn and some retro vampire-human sitcom playing on the massive screen. The lights were dimmed, security system double-checked, curtains drawn. Peace, for once.


Hyme was curled up in a ridiculous silk hoodie that had cat ears on it, purring faintly as he munched popcorn. San sat nearby on the edge of the couch, stiff-backed, scrolling through his phone to check local security reports and—secretly—ways to apply for a night guard license. Just in case.


Hyme snorted a laugh. "Wow. Brutal honesty. I like that."


"I know. Still." Hyme tossed a popcorn kernel at him. It bounced off his cheek. "But you never treat me like I'm breakable."


Hyme gave him a sideways look. "You'd be surprised how many people think I am. Because I'm rich. Or because I'm... this." He flicked his furry ears.


San didn't say anything at first. Then: "You're a brat. Not breakable."


"That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," Hyme whispered dramatically.


Later that night, after Hyme retreated to his bedroom, San rolled out a thin futon in the guest room. He was halfway through lying down when—


The door flew open. Hyme, in fluffy slippers and oversized pajamas, stood there like a tiny storm cloud.


San blinked. "That sounds like a you problem."


"I have nightmares sometimes." His voice was quiet now, genuine.


Hyme hesitated, then shrugged. "Sometimes... people chasing me. Sometimes I'm just... alone. Forever."


Then, groaning, he got up and marched past Hyme to the boy's room. "Move. I'll sit in the chair 'til you fall asleep."


Hyme beamed. "You're the best fake nanny ever."


"I wouldn't know," Hyme said, voice too breezy. "She ran off with a vampire when I was two."


And so, in the dark of the luxury bedroom with blackout curtains and silk everything, a muscular ex-gym trainer hummed a lullaby for a spoiled catboy hybrid while pretending not to care.


Hyme, curled under his mountain of pillows, smiled.


Chapter 7 - Chapter 6 (Continued): Rich Boy Problems and Muscle Man Solutions