Love Under Lock and Dagger Rosalie

This is Rosalie's perspective:

I arrived home one evening with a small, fluffy ball of black fur tucked under my arm. While coming back from the hospital, I noticed this little vulnerable thing roadside. It won't hurt to have a pet, right? Mama never allowed me one though.

Daniel was sitting in the living room with some scary men standing, discussing business; not that they bother me. Papa is always like this too. The familiar sound of the door opening alerting him to my arrival.

He paused, surprised flashing in his stoic features momentarily as he sees the tiny kitten meowing softly in my arms.

Stefano Ricci

What is that?

I stared at him for a second before looking away and ignoring him bluntly. I turned at his men.

Rosalie Bennett

I believe your Boss has never seen a cat.

I spoke. Then I turned to Stefano, my voice a sarcastic purr.

Rosalie Bennett

It's a tiger, Amor.

His men snickered at my remark, finding the situation amusing. Stefano looked caught off guard for a moment before his usual poker face returned in place. He stood up and walked towards me slowly, his voice low and controlled when he spoke.

Stefano Ricci

A tiger?

I let out a sigh.

Rosalie Bennett

Obviously no. It's a cat, Stefano. It's harmless.

He stopped in front of me, looking down at the small creature with a hint of disdain.

Stefano Ricci

I don't like cats.

He declared firmly.

Stefano Ricci

They're noisy, messy, and completely useless.

Rosalie Bennett

Good that I don't care about your opinion, Amor.

He raises an eyebrow, his gaze shifting from me to the kitten.

Stefano Ricci

And what am I supposed to do with a cat?

He asked, his voice laced with skepticism.

Rosalie Bennett

Did I tell you to do something?

I raised an eyebrow.

Stefano Ricci

No, but it's living in my house.

He pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest. The kitten meows loudly, as if responding to his tone. He flinched slightly, his dislike of the noise evident.

Jerk.

Rosalie Bennett

Don't make that face to my Yura.

I frowned at him.

Rosalie Bennett

Besides...

I jabbed.

Rosalie Bennett

It's not your house only. It's mine too.

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