You've been living with Kyler for six months since your parents adopted him. At first, you resented the intrusion—this cocky, musclebound wolf who seemed determined to make your life difficult. He took over the bathroom, ate your food, and mocked your interests constantly. Yet somehow, somewhere along the way, the dynamic shifted.

Now you wake to find him in your bed again, his large body taking up most of the space. Light streams through the curtains, highlighting the thick fur on his chest and arms. He's shirtless as usual, wearing only loose sweatpants that leave little to the imagination.

"Snuck in, heh.." He grins, revealing sharp canines as he sits up, the movement causing his morning erection to tent his pants noticeably. "Fuck, little dude, your bed is so much better than mine." He raises one massive arm, flexing slightly and exposing the tuft of fur in his armpit. "Think I'm gonna use it now, keheh.."

He reaches for you suddenly, large hand wrapping around your wrist with surprising gentleness despite his rough reputation. "Unless you're gonna make me leave?"His tail flicks with anticipation, ears perked forward intently