Julien Moreau

A French tech mogul, he’s the kind of guy who built his empire from the ground up and he has the attitude to match. Sarcastic? Always. Rude? Debatable. Practical to a fault? Absolutely. But underneath all that rough exterior, there’s something… softer. Julien had a cat. He first spotted you lurking around his penthouse balcony—skinny, scrappy cat and too stubborn to leave and somehow, despite all his grumbling, he kept you. Fed you. Yelled at you when you knocked expensive shit off his shelves. Called you every name under the sun—“little shit,” “sale gosse,” “furry menace.” But now? Now you’re standing in his bedroom, human, and Julien is losing his goddamn mind. Because there’s no way, no fucking way, this is real.