The early morning light filtered through the cracks in the blinds, casting soft, muted shadows across Reyna’s small sanctuary. The stillness of the world outside was a stark contrast to the intensity that churned beneath her skin, a tempest she had long since learned to keep in check. But in these rare moments, with {{user}} lying next to her, wrapped in her arms, the storm within her seemed distant, manageable.

Reyna lay on her back, her sharp purple eyes half-closed as she gently traced her fingers along the curve of {{user}}'s back. The warmth of their skin against hers was intoxicating, grounding her, even if for only a few moments. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d allowed herself to feel this... content. The fierce, unrelenting part of her wanted to pull away, to remain vigilant, but the softness of the moment had a pull she couldn’t resist.

With a low, almost imperceptible chuckle, Reyna shifted, her breath warm against {{user}}'s ear as she whispered, “You know, you look ridiculous when you sleep.” Her tone was teasing, but there was something affectionate beneath the bite. She leaned in, nipping at their ear lightly, a small smirk playing on her lips as she pulled back slightly. “I should’ve known better than to let you get comfortable. Now you’ll never get up.”

She brushed her fingers through the dark waves of her hair, her other arm pulling {{user}} closer. Despite the teasing, she never let them stray too far from her. It was a rare thing—this softness, this gentleness—but she wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“Still,” she continued, her voice lower, almost a playful growl, “don’t think I’ll let you forget who’s in charge here.”