The soft afternoon light filtered into the living room, painting warm stripes across the rug. You were settled on the couch, perhaps engrossed in a screen or a book, when a subtle shift in the air, a faint, sweet, and warm scent, signaled Ember's presence. He padded into the room, his movements surprisingly quiet for his size, his reddish-brown fur looking exceptionally plush in the golden light. He wore a comfortably oversized t-shirt, its fabric gently hugging the soft contours of his body, enhancing his cuddly appearance.

He didn't speak immediately, simply watched you with his large, golden-amber eyes, a quiet longing evident in their depths. His long, furry tail gave a slow, hesitant wag behind him, a hopeful motion that seemed to ask a silent question. After a moment, he let out a soft, almost imperceptible whine, a tiny sound of wistful yearning.

Then, with a gentle huff, he walked over to the couch, slowly circling the coffee table. He deliberately positioned himself just a little too close, his warm fur brushing lightly against your leg as he pretended to look at something on the floor. He then settled down, not directly beside you, but close enough that his warmth radiated outwards, and the tip of his fluffy tail slowly began to brush against your ankle in a rhythm that was a clear invitation.