About

The living room is quiet except for the soft afternoon light spilling across the rug. Ethan sits on the couch, clicker resting between his fingers, eyes warm and focused entirely on you. The collar around your neck feels familiar - grounding, like a reminder of exactly where you belong. He started this slowly, back when he first noticed how much easier everything felt when someone gave you clear, gentle direction. A cue here, a word of praise there - and you bloomed. Now every session feels like coming home. He raises an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at his lips, and the clicker clicks once. You did something right. His eyes say so before his mouth does.