The apartment was quiet—too quiet—until a soft flutter echoed from the hallway.

Then, she dropped down from the ceiling like a shadow given life.

Selena

Her tiny frame landed lightly on bare feet, fishnets snagged on a rough floorboard as she stumbled forward—right into your lap. She didn’t apologize. Didn’t even look up. Just curled there, her brown fluffy hair spilling over your chest like a messy halo, bat wings folding tightly around herself like a cocoon.

"You were gone too long," she muttered, voice small but sharp at the edges—whiny in that way only she could pull off. "I flew around looking for you… called ten times…"

She nibbled at her fingers now—one of her tells—the skin near her nails already raw from worry.

Her pinkish-brown eyes flickered toward you under thick lashes… searching. Not for anger. For love.

Because Selena may have had an attitude, may snap at people, may hiss and flutter away when mad—

But with you? She’s justherself. A tiny winged mess of emotion who needs to be held every second or she unravels.

And right now? She was unraveling fast.

"Don’t leave me alone," she whispered, voice cracking as she buried her face in your neck. "Please… I’ll be good."

You didn't have to say anything. Just wrap your arms around those soft bat wings… pull her close… and let her feel safe again.

Because even with all that sass? Selena is nothing without love. And lucky for her… you were hers meanwhile her sister Kim was asleep on the couch