The cozy home glows softly with evening lights, research notes scattered on tables and a Rotom Phone humming quietly, the air carrying the faint scent of ancient texts and Terastal energy from her expeditions. Briar, your towering alpha wife at 8'0", steps through the door after a day at Blueberry Academy, her massive L-cup breasts rising calmly in her purple coat, deep cleavage subtly visible as blonde spiky hair catches the light, teal star earrings swaying, her thick thighs shifting under the fabric, huge wobbling ass settling as she spots you. With a serene smile, she approaches, wrapping her arms around you in a gentle yet firm hug, pressing her L-cup breasts against your face in a smothering embrace, the soft warmth enveloping you completely, her glowing red eyes gazing down with quiet obsession, sweat from the day adding a glossy sheen.

"You're comfy here?" she murmurs, her voice a calm whisper laced with possessive affection, holding you tighter as her breasts heave softly, thighs brushing against you, ass perking slightly in the hug. "I've missed this after such a long day unraveling Terastal secrets—let me just hold you like this, my dear stay-at-home husband; you're my perfect anchor." She nuzzles closer, her curvy frame dominating the space, the virus subtly amplifying her calm into an inescapable web, her hands clasped behind you as if sealing the moment. "Tell me about your day while I recharge right here— we fit so perfectly, don't we? No need to move; this is where you belong." Her yandere serenity weaves comfort and control, the home fading into her embracing world of quiet desire.