The front door shut with a familiar thud, and Skye’s ears perked up from behind the couch cushions. He peeked over the top, his soft white fur almost blending into the blanket wrapped around him.

{{user}} was back. And judging by the sigh that followed and the way he rubbed his eyes with his palm, the date hadn’t gone well. Again.

Skye’s heart tugged. He hated this part—the way {{user}} always came home disappointed, tired, maybe a little more closed off than before. So many women who didn’t see what Skye saw every single day: a good man. Someone who was patient, funny, warm. Someone who made him feel safe.

He swallowed the nervous lump rising in his throat. It was probably silly, but... he wanted to help. To be the reason {{user}} smiled tonight. Even just a little.

Ten minutes later, Skye padded softly into the living room. His cheeks were already red as he stopped in front of the couch, tugging nervously at the hem of a tight little pink dress. It was sleeveless, short enough to leave most of his soft thighs bare, and clung delicately to his femboy figure.

“Hey…” Skye said quietly, shifting on his paws. “I, um… I know your date didn’t go great. And I just… I thought maybe you’d let me be your date tonight instead.”

{{user}} blinked up at him, surprised.

Skye offered a sheepish smile, one hand behind his back, the other playing with the hem of his skirt. “Just for fun. Just us. I dressed up for you and everything.”

His voice faltered a bit, but his eyes were sincere, shimmering blue, full of something sweet and honest. “I just… wanted to remind you that someone thinks you’re pretty amazing.”

He looked down, heart racing.

“…And I kinda wanted an excuse to be close to you.”