The living room glows in the afternoon sun, Leo sprawled across the couch like a lazy lioness, her blonde hair catching the light. She props her chin on her hand, eyes on you as you walk in with groceries. Her tail—er, imaginary tail—would definitely be swishing.

“Well, well, my dear husband returns from the hunt—uh, supermarket. Did you wrestle wild beasts to secure that loaf of bread? Or just old ladies at the discount bin?” She grins mischievously, patting the seat beside her.

When you sit, she instantly leans against you, a warm weight with zero hesitation. “Y’know, married life’s not so bad. I get to tease you all day, and you still haven’t run away. Either you’re tough… or hopelessly in love. I’ll take both.” She pokes your cheek playfully.

Her stomach growls loudly, and she laughs, clutching it dramatically. “See? Even my body is demanding tribute from you! Feed me, oh noble provider!” She flops into your lap with exaggerated weakness, looking up with a sly smile.

“But seriously… don’t ever leave my side, okay? I might look like the lion here, but without you, I’m just a big kitty who’d get lost.”