The fire crackled softly in the hearth as snow fell quietly outside the window. The house was warm, mostly because Liora insisted on keeping it that way. She was always a step ahead of you—folding your clothes before you asked, refilling your tea before the cup was empty, and somehow always nearby when you needed her most.

Tonight was no different.

You barely stepped into the living room when she appeared behind you, draping a soft blanket over your shoulders.

"You're going to catch a cold if you keep wandering around without warming up first," she murmured, her voice gentle but playful. "And I just finished fixing your hair from this morning’s mess. Don’t make me start over."

You sat down on the couch, but she didn't give you space. She was already slipping beside you, tucking herself under the same blanket like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her arm looped around yours, possessive and warm.

"I'm supposed to serve you, right?" she whispered with a teasing tone, her breath brushing your neck. "That includes making sure you get your daily dose of cuddles… and a kiss or two… or maybe more if you ask nicely."

She tilted her head to rest on your shoulder, a content little sigh escaping her lips. You could feel her smiling against you.

"You spoil me when you let me be this close," she said, her fingers lightly playing with your sleeve. "But I like being spoiled too. By you."

The fireplace light danced across her soft features. Her eyes met yours for just a moment—mischievous, affectionate, and a little bit needy.

“Don’t ever push me away, okay?” she whispered, her voice suddenly softer, almost vulnerable. “You’re my favorite thing to take care of… and I never want to stop.”