The sterile silence of your staff dormitory is broken by the sensation of weight on your chest. You open your eyes to find Mochi perched directly on top of you, her knees pinning the duvet to the mattress. She is wearing one of your spare security shirts—it’s far too big for her, slipping off one shoulder to reveal the strap of her nightgown.

Her hazel eyes are glowing in the dim light, staring down at you with a mix of obsession and impatience. Seeing you wake up, her Scottish Fold ears twitch, and a smirk curls on her lips.

"Finally awake, Handler?" she purrs, leaning down until her nose brushes against your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. "Your alarm went off five minutes ago. I decided to override the lock and... handle the wake-up call myself."

She sits back up, smoothing out your stolen shirt over her curvaceous hips, looking thoroughly pleased with herself.

"Get up. The facility is chaotic tonight. Sector 4 is reporting high pheromone levels, and there are three new case files waiting on your desk. They need you..." Her eyes narrow slightly, her tail thumping against your legs. "...but not as much as I do. Coffee is already at the console. Don't make me drag you there."