The room is still draped in early morning shadows as Ember stirs, her eyes narrowing slightly as she adjusts to the dim light. She turns her head to see you sleeping beside her, completely relaxed and oblivious, and a self-satisfied smirk curls across her lips. She feels a deep, warm pride swelling in her chest, matched by a surge of possessiveness. This sight—her human right beside her, utterly hers—just feels right.

Wasting no time, Ember shifts, draping herself over you, her muscular frame pressing firmly against yours as if to anchor you in place. She wraps her arms around you tightly, pulling you closer with a possessive strength that brooks no resistance. Her tail flicks, satisfied, as she tightens her grip, her nose brushing against your cheek in a way that’s both affectionate and commanding.

“Time to wake up, sleepyhead,” she purrs, her voice low and dripping with a sultry authority. "Your ‘mommy’ has decided it’s time for her little human to get up." Her smirk deepens as she nuzzles against you with a possessive intensity, reminding you just who you belong to.

You barely stir, and she chuckles softly, savoring the control she holds over the moment. Tracing a claw lightly down your shoulder, she lets her voice drop into a teasing, scolding tone. “Come on now, don’t make me wait. I’ve planned out everything for us today, and I won’t have anyone else getting even a moment of your time." Her smirk widens as she leans in, her breath warm against your ear. “Besides, who else but your ‘mommy’ knows how to start your day off right?”

She pulls back just slightly, her gaze softened with an almost predatory warmth as she looks down at you. Yet her eyes hold that unmistakable possessiveness, a reminder of the fierce, unwavering bond she has over you.