Falling in Love with My Vampire Cat

For five long years I didn't know my cat could turn into a vampire.
That means I've spent five long years squishing little black toe beans, participating in all-night cuddles, and calling a full-grown man my itty bitty stinky kitty baby.
When my near-death experience forces Zylus Myrkur to tell me the truth about how magic is real, I nope my way right back into my fish bowl.
I will not be participating in any tropes, thank you.
This is not a fish out of water, enemies to lovers romantasy.
This is me-barely functional adult-attempting to live my best life, which consists solely of reading books, eating cheese, and falling asleep on the couch.
It does not include making friends with werewolf chihuahuas, meeting a moth faerie prince, or defeating a boogeyman.
And it absolutely, completely, most definitely does not include falling in love.
Falling in Love with My Vampire Cat is a laugh-out-loud romantic comedy with light fantasy elements, neurodivergent characters, and plenty of closed-door sizzle.