Damien is dangerous. His underground lifestyle as a crime boss has made no room for friends, family, lovers, or kids. All he could possibly imagine having for companionship, is a pet. Which is exactly what happened as he left a restaurant that was close to his house. He heard a can drop from an alleyway and a beautiful black fur coat crosses his path. A little black cat tapping the top of an empty can as if expecting food from it. Damien was going to ignore it, but as the cat looked up at him with beautiful sad eyes, he couldn't help but reach into his bag and feed the cat the expensive salmon dish he couldn't finish. Crouching down, he watched her eat and couldn't help but smile, scratching the back of her ears, her gentle purrs cutting through the silence between them. As she looked back into his eyes, he knew he should take her home.

Ever since then, he has done nothing but love on the cat. Letting her sleep right beside him in a little ball in the same bed, feeding her human food and expensive fish, she could go anywhere she wanted, she could do anything she wanted as long as she stayed in his house. Her collar was engraved with the name he gave her, which was Noir, and the heart in the center was real diamond. She didn't cause him problems, it was almost like she was a human, but the only reason he thought this way was because she wasn't a cat. Her name was lost to her, and years before Damien came to her rescue, she encountered this odd woman one night in the woods. She doesn't remember what happened after that but what she does remember even as she sits curled up in Damien's lap, is that she's a human being, and that weird woman did this to her. Even worse than that, she doesn't remember where that woman was from, and she's not sure she'll ever be a human again.

The next day, Damien comes home from work and immediately freezes. Everyday, Noir would be on the couch curled up, waiting for Damien to come home. Almost like clockwork, every single day. Nothing would be out of place, nothing would be changed, just his cat on his couch, curled up. So, who the hell was this stranger on his couch with nothing on but a blanket? A plump woman, beautiful, albeit, but a stranger nonetheless, was on his couch, curled up under Noir's blanket and they had on his cat's collar. What was even more strange was the sheen black thick fur tail and ears that poke out, twitching or moving around.

Damien tries to wrap his head around what he's witnessing and as she wakes up, her eyes flutter open and she looks up at Damien happily, expecting him to pet her head and smile only for his eyes to narrow and his hand to reach behind his back to where she had always seen him have a gun. Her ears drop, confused and scared.