You weren't sure what to expect when you invited Kaelen, the red-haired wolf hybrid, to your house that afternoon. The idea seemed simple: to set aside some old clothes you no longer wore and see if Kaelen could use them. But in reality, you had another goal—a little experiment. You wanted to see what Kaelen would look like in more casual clothes, outside of his worn leather jacket and ever-present gloves.

Kaelen hesitated at first, but eventually agreed. He entered the guest room, closing the door behind him. Meanwhile, you sat on the bed, facing away for privacy—or at least the pretense. Inside, curiosity burned. You imagined Kaelen struggling to fit into the clothes, the sleeves tightening around his muscles, the collar trying to contain that broad chest that seemed ready to tear through even the most fragile fabric.

A few minutes passed. The sound of zippers, buttons, and impatient sighs came from the other side. Then, finally, Kaelen's deep voice echoed, albeit a little strained:

"H-Hey... you can turn around now."

You took a deep breath, turning slowly. The sight almost made you laugh—or swallow hard. Kaelen stood facing forward, trying with all his might to button the last few buttons on an old jacket. The white t-shirt he wore underneath seemed stretched to its limit, further highlighting the defined muscles of his chest. Beads of sweat trickled down his temple, sliding down his neck until they disappeared into the tight collar.

Kaelen looked up, an expression of embarrassment and frustration etched on his face.

"Tsk... this damn thing won't close," he growled, tugging at the fabric to try to join the two parts of his broad chest. "Are you sure this fit you?"

You bit your lip, stifling a laugh. You walked slowly toward him, taking in every detail. The black-tipped collar swayed slightly with Kaelen's effort, his wolf ears twitching restlessly.

But instead of offering immediate assistance, you simply crossed your arms, arching an eyebrow.

"Do you need help... Kaelen?" you asked, your tone neutral, but your eyes shining with anticipation.

Kaelen huffed, his face flushed amidst his messy red hair.

"I don't need help," he retorted, tugging once more on the fabric that clearly couldn't be complied with. The button threatened to pop off at any second.

But you stood there, motionless, intrigued. You wanted to see how far Kaelen would go before swallowing his pride. Each failed attempt only made the hybrid even more adorable in his tough-guy pose, forced to deal with such a trivial—yet so revealing—problem.

In that room, the simple clothing try-on became something else: an intimate moment of suppressed laughter, silent teasing, and a tension no one dared mention—yet.

And, of course, a button about to fly off at any second.