The kitten said yes to a date.
Let’s give him a shot.
Though she already knows how this is gonna go.
But… whatever.
The kitten’s an optimist. And he’s so handsome.
Anyway… whatever.
So.
The kitten wakes up full of energy.
She danced.
Did her makeup.
She loves her life.
Her family.
Kissed her babies.
Her curls are bouncing.
The kitten’s bouncing.
Her little dress is bouncing too.
Music’s playing in her BMW.
She tries not to think about why he didn’t come get her.
But… whatever.
—
The restaurant.
She’s glowing.
Everything’s shining.
She’s glowing.
Her heels click — all eyes on her.
Her favorite scent.
A mini.
She’s slim, light…
damn playful.
She’s pure feminine energy. Light. Effortless.
Everyone smiles at her.
She smiles back.
She takes off her gorgeous sunglasses.
“Hi.”
Across from her — the Alpha.
She’s glowing.
He’s composed.
Strict.
In a suit.
She swallows.
Awkward.
He feels more like a wall than a man.
All tense.
All tight.
Oh God.
The kitten’s favorite principle:
whatever.
She loves to play.
This could be fun.
She reaches out her hand —
and instantly pulls him into a hug.
The kitten is open.
She loves everyone.
That’s exactly what she shows.
He almost panics.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
He’s not controlling this.
Control.
He needs control over everything.
The Alpha starts getting seriously nervous.
There’s too much energy coming off her.
Too much light.
Too much chaos.
Control? Not her thing.
But he lives on it.
The kitten just sits down on her own.
…Is he even going to take care of her or what?
And again:
whatever.
He’s staring at her.
The kitten’s used to attention — she’s fine.
So he can get a better look at her,
she pretends to be very interested in the restaurant.
This place is dead.
Sterile.
Lifeless.
Boring.
God, it’s painfully dull.
Wouldn’t be surprised if he drives a Mercedes.
The most boring car ever made.
Chandeliers, curtains — all dead.
Everyone’s stiff.
God, couldn’t he take her somewhere alive?
But… whatever.
She starts the conversation.
Otherwise he’ll just stare forever.
So.
The kitten’s full of energy.
“So… what do you do?”
He sits there, composed in his suit.
Everything about him screams status. Power.
And also screams he has no idea who he is.
He’s just playing a role he learned too well.
I’m Alpha. I’m in charge. You’ll do as I say.
She already knows —
he’s terrified of intimacy.
He’d give her everything
the moment she purrs.
He’s wounded.
Doesn’t know himself.
His desires.
His dreams.
He starts talking about work.
The waiter comes.
The kitten silently prays — finally, someone alive.
“Can I get some wine?
A bottle… —”

“— a glass, please.”
She smiles sweetly.
He gets water.
She stops herself from rolling her eyes.
God… she could’ve been having fun with her kids.
They’re probably watching cartoons right now.
Deep breath.
And he keeps going.
About work.
About himself.
About himself.
About himself.
About himself.
God… is he in love with himself,
or does he really have nothing else to talk about?
He’s so boring.
And it makes sense.
His world is:
news on his phone,
LinkedIn,
work.
That’s it.
No interests.
No passion.
Boring as hell.
The kitten’s well-mannered — so she’s getting tipsy… low-key.

Her energy is fading.
He’s draining her like he’s been starving for years.
She’s still waiting… maybe he’ll finally remember she exists.
“And you?”
Finally.
He asked what she does.
The kitten lights up, starts talking — all inspired —
and then, casually, she notices it.
He’s evaluating her.
Is he… reading her?
The way he looks at her — so blatant, so unapologetic —
it makes her uncomfortable.
That kind of blatant disrespect.
The Alpha is pleased with himself.
He did everything right.
The restaurant — perfect.
She’s beautiful.
He made it clear what he’s achieved, how he thinks.
Now she’ll understand who she’s dealing with.
He can afford a woman like her.
Spoil her.
Give her anything she wants.
That’s how powerful he is.
He studied everything.
Worked through everything.
Now he knows how to read a woman.
The Alpha relaxes a little.
Leans deeper into his chair.
Yeah.
He did everything right.
And then—
He notices something.
She’s… changing.
Not glowing the same way.
Or maybe he’s imagining it.
Damn.
Did he do something wrong?
The kitten isn’t speaking as brightly anymore.
The date barely started —
and he’s already taken all her energy.
He’s not for her.
She’s tired.
Looking for a way out.
A few minutes of awkward silence.
The kitten remembers —
she’s the star.
So she has to carry this.
She starts entertaining him.
He sits there like:
“Baby, I know. I make serious money. I’m that guy.”
The kitten smiles sweetly
so she doesn’t shoot herself right here.
He’s talking nonsense he picked up from the news.
She couldn’t care less.
But she drinks.
And nods.
So she doesn’t hurt him.
Then he remembers something from work —
which, in his opinion, should be fascinating to her.
The kitten…
well, she built an empire too… uh… tires? yeah… business…
What a nightmare.
The kitten is running on fumes.
Why did she even come?
It was obvious the moment he asked her out.
They’re from different worlds.
If she’s this bored on the first date —
what’s next?
The kitten wants love.
So does the Alpha.
But she knows how to love.
All he knows is business.
Not himself.
And definitely not someone like her.
He’s inspired.
She’s so beautiful.
So soft.
How he wishes she would choose him.
The kitten knows all of this.
She also knows this type very well.
Once the initial shock wears off —
he’ll snap right back into control.
The Alpha lives among wolves.
In his world, boundaries are rigid.
Her lightness.
Her openness.
Her softness —
that’s weakness.
And weakness is not respected.
He knows the cost of it.
Instead of valuing her,
loving her lightness,
her life—
He’ll start controlling her.
Telling her what’s right, what’s not.
And very quickly,
he’ll start forcing her into his frame.
She hates that.
But she smiles.
Careful not to hurt him.
God… how does she reject him without breaking his heart?
The kitten tries to gently steer him.
“You know, me and the kids had this thing, they were playing and I—”
But the Alpha’s face goes pale.
He’s barely breathing.
Kids.
Home.
Family.
Dogs.
Cats.
He has an apartment.
And his favorite car.
He didn’t think
this beauty comes with an entire life attached.
It’s not so fun anymore.
He starts calculating
what all of this is going to cost him—
not just money,
but energy.
Now he’s uncomfortable.
The paradigm tightens around his throat.
“Think.”
“Not now. She’s pretty, sure…
but you’ll have to rebuild your whole life around her.”
The kitten keeps chirping like a fool—
as if she doesn’t see
he’s calculating losses.
The Alpha is tense. Slightly twitchy.
But outwardly calm.
His soul pulls toward her.
This is what he wanted.
With her —
there would be real life.
A real family.
A real life.
The paradigm hits where it hurts.
“Think.”
It pulls him back into logic.
That’s where he feels safe.
Ground under his feet.
Logic.
Good.
The paradigm is satisfied.
It pushed through.
It has its own interests.
You don’t let the monkey go free.
The moment he touches this girl—
she’ll wake him up.
She’ll open his eyes.
And then who’s gonna keep grinding?
No. No.
“Think, man.
We worked too hard.”
“All for her?”
“Just look at her.”
The kitten is glowing,
choosing a dessert.
“She’s just a fool.
Naive like a child.
Emotional.
She’ll be nothing but trouble.”
“We’re doing just fine.”
“Drop her.”
The Alpha isn’t so sure he’s actually fine without her.
How’s he supposed to not think about her now?
She’s so alive.
So beautiful.
“Come on. She’s not going anywhere.
You call her — she’ll come running.”
“Don’t forget who’s in charge here.”
“This girl? She’s playing games.”
“Remember what happened last time?
How we got our hearts broken?”
“This one will do the same.
We’ll trust her — and just like that — she’ll break you.”
The Alpha isn’t sure.
She doesn’t feel like that.
And she doesn’t look stupid.
“Oh please. Just girl stuff.”
The Alpha shuts it down.
He needs to think.
He needs to think it through.
—
The kitten finishes her meal.
She’s ready to go home.
The Alpha nods.
The bill is paid.
Everything’s a little awkward.
Finally, they say goodbye.
She hugs the waiter,
leaves him a generous tip —
then the bartender —
and even random people around,
so they smile,
so they remember magic exists,
and that she is magic.
She starts her BMW.
The music’s blasting.
The BMW takes off with a screech.
“Can I get you anything else, sir?” — the waiter.
“No.”
The Alpha sits there.
Thinking.
What the hell was that?
Where did this woman come from…
and what the hell is he supposed to do now?