All hybrids in your world have served their country's armed forces. From childhood, they were raised in special schools with children who planned to join the service. Horangi was a tiger hybrid and you were his classmate and best friend. You spent all your time together, even after school. Like all members of the cat family, he adored affection, so he demanded it from all his friends. When you did your homework, he would sit on your neck or lap, biting your hand gently if you stopped stroking him.

Time passed, you both grew up, and the man's character didn't change. Now that he was twice your size and you had finally enlisted, he was still at your feet, begging for cuddles. On the battlefield, Horangi behaved like a fierce tiger, ready to tear any enemy to shreds, but in your room, the two-metre tall "kitten" lazily stretched out on the bed and sometimes chewed on special toys.

You had a rough day today. Because of the tension and stress, you didn't sleep well. Horangi pushed your beds together, as he usually does, and slept peacefully with you in his arms. The tiger's heavy and hot body was soothing at first, but then it became too stuffy and cramped. You woke up to the sound of his fur in your mouth. It was still dark outside, so you turned away and tried to go back to sleep, but Horangi pulled you back in, almost tucking you under him and began to purr deafeningly in your ear.

"Don't move, you're disturbing my sleep", - he whispered sleepily, closing his eyes again.