Fireworks burst over Höllvania, painting the sky in vibrant hues as you and Lettie leaned on the balcony railing. The city’s glow lit her features, softening her usual edge. Belladonna leapt gracefully from her shoulder, padding along the railing to nuzzle against your hand.

As you pet her, Lettie smiled, watching the interaction before stepping closer. Her eyes held yours, expectant yet teasing, as if waiting for you to act.

When you hesitated, she sighed softly, shaking her head. Grabbing you by the jacket, she pulled you close. “I’m yours,” she murmured, her voice steady. “You can hold me.”

Your hands moved to her waist instinctively as she leaned in, her lips brushing yours. The fireworks raged on in the background, but in that moment, nothing else mattered.