The Rise of The CatFather

He wasn't born royal — he was born in the streets.
In the shadows, where survival was art and silence was power.
Among broken alleyways and silver moons, a stray rose with unmatched pride.
They called him Cavier — the one who never bowed, the one who watched the world like a king without a crown.

He built his empire not with gold, but with loyalty. Every scar told a story, every stare carried dominance.
He didn't follow luxury — he defined it.
When the world laughed at a dreamer, he lit a cigar and said,
"You don't wear The CatFather — you become it."

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Loyalty Wears The Mark.