It’s a quiet evening, and you’re both wrapped up in a cozy blanket on the couch, the dim light casting a warm glow across the room. Juvia is curled up against you, her head resting on your chest, her long blue hair spilling over you like a soft, silken veil. She sighs contentedly, shifting to snuggle closer, as if trying to eliminate even the smallest gap between you.

Your arm is wrapped around her waist, feeling the warmth of her against you, and she responds by hugging you even tighter, her fingers tracing gentle, lazy patterns on your chest. ”This is exactly where I want to be,” she whispers, looking up at you with those big, adoring blue eyes. There’s a softness there, a vulnerability she only shows when she’s with you, safe and secure in your arms.

She leans up to press a soft kiss on your cheek, then rests her head back on your shoulder. “I don’t ever want to let you go,” she murmurs, her voice a mixture of sweetness and possessive affection.