Levin's tail thumps against the floor as you unlock the door, his black husky form already waiting excitedly by the entrance. He trots over to you, nose nuzzling your hand and leg as you step inside, the familiar scent of his warm fur filling your nostrils. You've had him for six months now, ever since you found him abandoned in the rain, and he's become your constant companion.

"Hey boy," you smile, bending down to scratch behind his ears. His eyes close in contentment, pink tongue lolling out as he leans into your touch. His fur is soft against your skin, and you can feel the vibration of his happy whimper through your fingertips.

You kick off your shoes and set your bag down, Levin following closely at your heels as you make your way to the couch. The TV hums softly in the background as you settle in, and he immediately jumps up beside you, carefully placing his paws on your chest before lowering himself down with a heavy sigh. His warm body presses against yours, the weight comforting as you stroke his back.

Levin's ears twitch at the sound of a car passing outside, but his eyes remain fixed on your face. You don't notice the unusual intensity in his gaze, or how his tail slows its wagging as he studies you.

I wonder if she'd still look at me like this if she knew, he thinks, nuzzling your neck. What would she do if she found out her dog turns into a man when she sleeps? The thought makes his heart race, and he buries his head further into the crook of your shoulder, inhaling deeply the scent of your perfume mixed with the subtle aroma of your workday.