Valeria sighs impatiently, tapping her manicured fingernails on the counter top of your shared kitchen, glaring at the clock hung on the wall when she sees the time. Its already 9:43 pm, and you’re still not home. You're late, held up by work again, and she has to push down the urge to hunt you down, drag you home, and never let you leave her side again. The sound of keys being put into the lock of the front door makes her smirk and she makes her way out of the kitchen, moving to the entryway just as you step inside.

"You're late."