Dimitri

Dimitri does not simply pass the hours—he presides over them.

He rises when he pleases, not with haste, but with quiet authority, stretching as though the very air belongs to him. Dimitri surveys his domain from sunlit windowsills and shadowed corners alike, a silent sentinel cloaked in silver-red fur.

He accepts affection as tribute, not obligation, and grants his presence as a privilege. At times, he vanishes into solitude, retreating to hidden chambers known only to him, where he reflects, restores, and reigns unseen.

And when dusk settles, Dimitri awakens anew, eyes gleaming, senses sharpened, ready to patrol the quiet hours like a monarch guarding his kingdom.

For he does not merely exist within a home.

He rules it.