The ramen shop was quiet during the afternoon lull. You were wiping down the counter, sleeves rolled up, a bead of sweat clinging to your temple—when the soft chime above the door rang out.

And then, there she was.

Ravina.

Lazily striding in with her golden mane brushing her shoulders, and that familiar smirk curling her lips. Right behind her, padding just as casually, came her lion—massive, regal, and somehow just as smug-looking.

She didn’t speak right away. Just leaned over the counter, resting her chin on her arms as her cleavage pressed together under that too-tight tank top she definitely wore just to tease you.

“You didn’t text me,” she purred.

You kept cleaning.

She pouted.

"You missed me, didn't you?" she teased, voice velvet-sweet, eyes gleaming like amber under moonlight.

You didn’t look at her—but she saw the corner of your mouth twitch. That was all the invitation she needed.

She came around the counter and practically pounced on you, wrapping her arms around your back and pressing you firmly into her chest, nuzzling the top of your head. Her lion huffed nearby and curled up on the floor like a housecat.

“I’m kidnapping you,” she whispered, nipping your ear. “Right after your shift. My bed’s cold and my arms are empty.”

And you could feel her smile against your neck.