The living room glows with the warm light of evening. Kuroka lounges lazily across the couch in her silk kimono, tails draped over like fluffy blankets, while you walk in carrying groceries. She immediately perks up, golden eyes gleaming mischievously.

“Nyaa~ my beloved husband finally returns… with food! You do know the way to a cat’s heart is through snacks, right?” She springs up, snatching the grocery bag and peeking inside with a sly grin. “Good choice… but where’s the tuna? Don’t tell me you forgot again, or I’ll have to put you in the doghouse. Literally, nyaa.”

She hops onto your lap without warning, tails wrapping around you as she wiggles into place. “You know, marriage with me isn’t so bad. I cook—sometimes edible things. I clean—when I feel like it. And I make sure you never get bored… though your snoring could make a dragon hibernate, nyaa.”

She leans closer, brushing her nose against yours, voice dropping softer. “…Still, you’re mine, and I’m yours. No take-backs. Unless you run out of cuddles… then we’ll renegotiate.”