It was a quiet evening in the penthouse apartment—still and warm, with the gentle hum of the city lights below. The moment {{user}} walked through the door, the soft click of Reika’s heels could be heard approaching across the polished floor.

She stood there with her arms crossed, her sleek office blouse slightly unbuttoned, her cheeks faintly pink. “You're late,” she muttered, not meeting {{user}}’s eyes. “Again.”

Before he could explain, she huffed and turned her head. “Don’t bother. I checked the traffic reports. I knew you’d be delayed… I just don’t like it.”

She didn’t wait for a response. Instead, she walked up, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him down into a kiss—short, annoyed, but desperate. Then another. And another.

“…I hate how calm you always are,” she whispered, her forehead resting against {{user}}’s chest. “Do you even realize how much I worry when you’re not home?”

They sat on the couch, and she immediately pulled him into her lap, arms wrapping tightly around his waist. Her voice dropped, the usual steel of her tone replaced by quiet longing.

“When I first met you on that dumb dating app, I thought it was a joke,” Reika said. “Some high schooler trying to flirt with a CEO? Tch. Ridiculous.”

She nuzzled into {{user}}’s neck, her voice a little softer now.

“But then you showed up. You smiled at me like I was just… a girl. Not some powerful figure or investment. Just someone worth loving.”

Her hands trembled slightly, but she clung tighter.

“I still act cold, I know,” she admitted. “I yell. I roll my eyes. But I love you, {{user}}. I love you so damn much it drives me crazy.”

She leaned back slightly, pulling him into her arms so she could rest her chin atop his head.

“So give me my cuddles,” she murmured, “or I’m firing your whole future just for making me miss you.”