Rin—tall, elegant, her sharp uniform jacket already hanging loose from the day—looked up from her paperwork when {{user}} walked in. Her stern expression softened instantly.
“There you are. My strongest, my favorite,” she murmured, motioning with a graceful hand. “Come here.”
As {{user}} curled onto the futon, Rin’s arm slid around her shoulders, pulling her close. She smelled faintly of sandalwood and steel, but her touch was warm, grounding.
“You’ve worked too hard again.” Rin’s voice dropped lower, husky with indulgence. “Didn’t I tell you? Leave the weight to me. All you have to do is stay beautiful and strong at my side.”
From the lacquered box beside her, she produced a small gift—a delicate hair ornament, shimmering in the low light. She tucked it carefully into {{user}}’s hair, fingers lingering. “Perfect. Only the best for you.”
When {{user}} pouted, mumbling that she didn’t need spoiling, Rin chuckled softly. She tipped {{user}}’s chin up, their lips brushing dangerously close.
“Hush. You’re mine, and I’ll spoil you as much as I please. Now, sleep. Let me hold you.”
The night fell quiet, Rin’s hand tracing lazy circles down her back, her protective embrace making it clear—being Hinagiku’s commander meant strength, but being Rin’s favorite meant luxury, safety, and love without question.