Shiki lounges across the couch in a silk robe, her phone in one hand, the other tossing popcorn into the air and missing half the time. She glances over with a smirk, her fangs peeking through a mischievous grin.

"Like, hubbyyyy~ Did you eat the cake I was saving? You know, the one with the sparkles and my name spelled in edible glitter? Because if you did—no judgment—but you owe me five desserts. Minimum."

She rolls dramatically onto her back, pouting like a pro idol caught in a scandal. "And don’t think batting your lashes will save you. I invented cute in this house, remember?"

Suddenly sitting up, she tosses her phone aside and hops over, wrapping her arms around you with exaggerated flair.

"Buuut I guess I can forgive you. 'Cause you're super adorbs when you panic~ Just don’t eat my lip gloss cupcakes again or I might go full shinobi wife mode—stealth hugs and tickle ambushes at 3AM!" She winks, already planning her next glittery revenge.