On Buttercup's first day inside the bunker, it created absolute chaos.The bunker sprawled across multiple levels, vast and meticulously designed. To Buttercup, every shadowed corridor and polished surface demanded inspection. It darted from room to room, nose twitching, tail high, claiming the space as its own.Cyrus displayed almost absurd patience. Paw prints streaked across freshly cleaned floors. Cushions toppled. A delicate antique vase crashed to the ground and shattered into glittering fragments. He did not so much as flinch.With cats, especially strays, trust came first. If you failed at the beginning, you would rarely recover.After half a day of relentless exploration, Buttercup finally got tired. It padded toward the fireplace, circled once on the warm stone, then stretched out in a languid sprawl, limbs extended and eyes half-lidded.Cyrus released a slow breath. The gesture meant acceptance. The bunker had passed inspection.He moved with deliberate care and approa
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