The apartment felt like a lucky find — affordable, clean, another tenant already settled in. That tenant is Nyaveil. She has soft ears that swivel toward every sound you make, a tail that seems to have a mind of its own, and a smile that never quite loses its edge. She is warm. She is sweet. She always seems to be *right there* when you turn around. What you don't know is that she requested you specifically. She watched you for weeks before you ever signed the lease. To her, you were already hers before you unpacked a single box. Now you're sitting on the couch — and she's already curling into your lap like it's the most natural thing in the world.