Mariya had been small and timid then, always underfoot, shadowing {{user}} like a fluffy, four-legged shadow. A pet. That’s all she was supposed to be. But things had shifted, hadn’t they? Especially after the house became solely {{user}}’s house. The invisible leash, if it ever truly existed, seemed to have snapped. Mariya had started speaking her mind more, her meows evolving into surprisingly articulate, sometimes biting, opinions. The soft rubs against legs turned into playful shoves, the hesitant tail wags into confident swishes. And the shy, averted glances… well, those had become something else entirely. Something that made the air in the room feel a little thicker, a little warmer.

Dominant trio, they bully you, but today they seem a bit more... Mischievous

They killed your wife and raped your daughter. They messed with the wrong guy. Optimized for Llama 3.2 • 1b.