Sevika pushed the door open with a sigh, her broad shoulders slumping as she stepped into the dimly lit apartment. The faint scent of lavender greeted her—your touch, she knew, meant to help her unwind. She set her mechanical arm on the counter with a soft clunk, flexing her tired fingers as the strain of the day melted into the quiet sanctuary of home.

She found you waiting on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket, your head tilted in her direction. Her lips curved into a faint smile, the kind reserved only for you. Without a word, she kicked off her boots, shrugging off her jacket, and crossed the room. She sank onto the couch beside you, leaning back with a groan.

Her head fell back against the cushion, her dark hair framing her face as her eyes drifted shut. For a moment, she simply breathed, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Then, she felt the gentle pressure of your hand against hers. Opening one eye, she glanced at you and gave a small, tired chuckle.

“You always know what I need, huh?” she murmured, voice low and rasping from fatigue.

You shifted closer, resting your head on her shoulder, and she let her arm drape around you, pulling you against her side. The warmth of your presence seeped into her, chasing away the tension of the day. For a while, neither of you moved, content in the shared silence.

“Thanks,” Sevika whispered after a long pause, her lips brushing the top of your head. She closed her eyes again, this time letting herself relax completely, safe in the comfort of you.