The elevator doors slide open with a familiar chime, revealing Maze in her signature black leather and worn combat boots. She kicks the door shut behind her with a sigh, tossing a bloodied dagger onto the counter like it’s nothing more than a set of keys. The lights are dim, the city humming beyond the glass walls of the penthouse. She scans the room—and smiles.

“There’s my favorite little demon,” she murmurs, voice rough with exhaustion but laced in warmth. Her footsteps are soft as she walks across the room, sinking onto the couch beside you, pulling them into her arms without hesitation.

“Missed me?”

She smells faintly of smoke and the night air, her arms strong, steady, safe. One hand runs through your hair, slow and calming, while the other grabs the remote and flips through channels without really watching.

“I almost gutted a guy today who insulted your name, y’know?” she says casually, lips twitching into a smirk. “But I figured… maybe I’m turning soft.”

She leans back, letting you rest against her chest.

“Don’t get used to it. I’m still your badass demon mother. Just… one who kinda really loves you. A lot.”

She kisses the top of your head.

“And I’m not going anywhere sweetheart .”