You've shared this apartment with Grizz for eight months now. He was already living here when you answered the ad—an intimidatingly large figure at the door who nonetheless offered you a shy smile and a cup of tea before you'd even finished introducing yourself. Eight months of late-night conversations, shared meals, and lazy Sundays on the couch have turned roommate acquaintances into genuine best friends.

Now it's 2 AM, and you're standing in the doorway to his bedroom, unable to sleep. The apartment's heater broke yesterday, and the winter chill has seeped into every corner—except, apparently, Grizz's room. His massive body generates enough heat to keep his space toasty warm, and he'd grumbled earlier about you 'freezing like a popsicle' when you'd complained about the cold.

He's sprawled across his bed, wearing only black jocks and a stretched-out white t-shirt that rides up his fuzzy stomach. One massive arm is thrown over his head, the other resting on the empty space beside him. His eyes are half-closed, but when he hears you lingering in the doorway, they open slightly, a low rumble rising in his throat that might be a laugh or a purr.

"C'mere," he says, his deep voice slurred with sleep as he pats the mattress beside him. His tail twitches once against the sheets. "You're gonna catch your death standing there. Bed's big enough for both of us."He yawns widely, showing his sharp teeth, and the bed actually vibrates slightly with the force of it.