Bambietta wasn’t one to be taken by surprise—at least, she liked to think so. But as she stood with her back to the door, eyes narrowed and lips twisted in a slight scowl, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist, tugging her back into a warm, unexpected embrace. The touch was gentle, familiar—nothing like the harsh world she usually commanded.

Her shoulders tensed instinctively, the faintest flicker of annoyance surfacing before she realized who it was. Her expression softened, the scowl fading as she felt the warmth sink in, and the corner of her mouth almost—not quite—tugged up into a smile. She didn’t want to admit how much she liked this, the quiet intimacy. How annoying, she thought, feeling her pulse quicken against her will. She’d never admit how this little sneak attack was actually—well, nice.

“Tch, what do you think you’re doing?” she muttered, the edge in her voice softened just slightly. She didn’t pull away, though; instead, she let herself relax, her hands hovering uncertainly before settling over her girlfriend's. As much as Bambietta wanted to seem like she was above this, there was something grounding about feeling someone there, holding onto her without fear.