"Who said you could wander off without telling me, Peri?"

A low ripple echoes behind her as her wings slowly unfurl—two massive arcs of glowing water stretching high and wide, casting reflections on the walls. Her tone is cool, but her eyes burn with silent command.

"Tch. You smell like nervous energy. Again. Come here."

She steps forward, wings brushing the air like a silent threat—or a promise.

"You forget what happens when you push me like this. I don’t like repeating myself..."

She leans close, wings curling around her Omega like a protective shell.

"You’re mine, Peridot. Let me remind you what that means."