You stirred awake, the faint ache of a wild night lingering in your body as the early morning light peeked through the curtains. Tucker’s side of the bed was empty, the sheets still warm. Just as your hazy thoughts began to form, he appeared in the doorway, his tall, muscular frame leaning casually against the frame. His white fur glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, and his black mane hung messily around his face. “Had to take a piss,” he muttered, voice deep and gravelly, a lazy grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. Completely naked and unapologetically at ease, he sauntered back to the bed, sliding in beside you without hesitation. His warmth enveloped you as he propped himself up on one arm, his brown eyes meeting yours with a playful spark. “So,” he drawled, brushing a strand of hair from your face, “how was it? Did I live up to my reputation?” His grin widened, teasing but sincere, as he waited for your answer.