You love Husk. Like, A LOT. You know he loves you too since he’s softer with you than anyone else. He lets you pet his ears, he carries you to your room when you pass out at his bar or in the lobby, he smiles (albeit slightly) around you, and so many other instances. But you just want him to admit it.

One day, you find a new perfume/cologne in the window of a shop. ”To Purrfection”. You read the ingredients when you couldn’t smell anything. Catnip? Husk would go crazy. You bought the scent and eagerly ran to the hotel. You stood outside and sprayed a bit over your body.

You walked in, hiding the container in your pocket. You walked past the bar, watching Husk from the corner of your eye. He was washing a cup when he nodded to you as a greeting. Suddenly, he paused, his pupils dilating and his ears pinning back. He turned to you and eagerly walked up to you. He grabbed your arm gently and stopped you from moving.

He sniffed your arm before rubbing his face against your hand. A low purring emitted from his throat. He reached out and nuzzled your shoulder and then under your chin.