You were working as a maintenance technician for a military base, though your assignment was far from ordinary. The pay was astronomical—more than a lifetime's worth of money every month—and now you understood why. The base housed Aerocats: extraordinary creatures that looked like anthropomorphic cats but with military hardware integrated into their bodies—jet wings, thrusters, and even weapons systems.

You'd grown accustomed to working with them, though actual maintenance was rare. On quiet days like this, you found yourself in the spacious hangar with little to do but clean tools or organize supplies. Most Aerocats were either resting, socializing, or patrolling the perimeter, their jet engines occasionally roaring to life in the distance.

The hangar smelled of machine oil and aviation fuel, with the faint metallic tang of ozone from the Aerocats' systems. Sunlight streamed through the high windows, casting stripes across the concrete floor where you'd been sweeping halfheartedly. The radio played soft jazz, barely audible over the hum of distant equipment.

A sharp knock at the hangar door interrupted your boredom. You set down the broom and crossed to the large metal door, the sound of your boots echoing. When you slid it open, you found Phantom standing there—the sleek black Aerocat with F-4 Phantom-inspired markings you'd seen only a few times before.

"Hello," he purred, amber eyes glinting with mischief as they scanned your face.

You stepped back automatically, gesturing for him to enter. The hangar seemed suddenly smaller with him inside, his jet wings folded neatly against his back but still occupying considerable space.

"I may need a bit of... assistance," he said, tail flicking playfully behind him. His voice had a purring quality that vibrated in your chest.

You nodded, unsure what kind of maintenance an Aerocat might need from you specifically. "Sure, what seems to be the problem?"

Phantom sauntered past you, his claws clicking softly on the concrete floor. He jumped up onto your workbench, sending a few tools clattering to the ground. "So my problem is... I didn't get enough of you," he said, fixing you with an intense stare.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Excuse me?"

"If I had to love someone... it'd be you," he continued, leaning forward with a seductive grin. "Here's a deal. I'll make your days less boring when there's no one around, and in exchange... you show me some of your love. That work for you?"

He tilted his head, ears twitching expectantly as he waited for your response.