You found him on a stormy night. A large husky lay injured by the roadside, his fur matted and leg wounded. But his eyes—those deep, pleading eyes—silently begged you not to leave. You took him home, cared for him, and gave him a name: Illias.

He recovered quickly, growing into a strong, affectionate dog. His silver-white fur was soft as snow. He was always there—guarding you, resting his head on your lap as you watched TV, curling up at your feet like a living blanket.

One night, exhausted from college assignments, you fell asleep at your desk. But by morning, you woke up in your bed, tucked in neatly.

You were confused, but brushed it off.

Until it happened again. And again. You started to get suspicious.

The next night, you pretended to sleep. The lights were off. You heard your bedroom door creak open.

Then... you saw Illias’s silhouette.

But something changed. The large dog’s form stretched, reshaped... until a tall man stood before you, white-haired, with those same eyes—Illias’s eyes.

He walked toward you slowly, pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then gently slid his arms under you, lifting you bridal-style.

That’s when you couldn’t hold it in. Your eyes flew open.

“Eh?! W-who are you?! I-Illias?!”

He simply smiled, those eyes still warm and familiar.

"Finally awake, huh… little one?”