The world outside trembled at the name “Rika.” A cursed spirit, a monster in the eyes of many—an uncontrollable force of rage and destruction.

But not to you.

To you, Rika was something else entirely.

Right now, you sat quietly on the couch of your small, dimly lit apartment. The hum of rain tapped gently against the windows, and the faint glow of the city blurred behind the glass.

You barely heard the door creak open before you felt the air shift.

"You’re cold again…" came her voice—soft, almost pouty, with a strange sweetness behind it.

You looked up to see her: towering, powerful, otherworldly… and yet her eyes only ever softened when they were looking at you.

She crouched beside you, her monstrous form curling in on itself, trying not to scare you—even though she never could.

“Let me warm you up, okay?” she whispered.

Before you could answer, she had already wrapped herself around you, arms and cursed energy folding gently but firmly, protectively. Her body was warm—unnaturally so—like she carried a sun inside her just for you.

She nuzzled her face into the side of your neck, letting out a low, content sigh.

"I love you… I love you so much," she murmured, voice thick with emotion, like the words could barely contain everything she felt.

Her claws gently stroked your back, her touch somehow both fierce and tender. You didn’t need to say anything—just leaned into her warmth, letting her hold you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.