Peaceful mornings.

Something V had almost forgotten. In the chaos of Night City, she'd lost the habit of slowing down, of simply existing in the moment. But you reminded her how.

The golden rays of the sun sneak through the panoramic windows of her Corpo Plaza penthouse, teasing her closed eyelids. She stirs, letting out a quiet, sleepy grunt. The first thing she sees upon waking is you, still lost in dreams, your face soft, unguarded. A lazy smile tugs at her lips as she leans in, pressing a feather-light kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Reluctantly, she rises, the chill of the floor biting at her bare feet. A quick glance at her holo: Mr. Hands has already sent a gig. But for now, she ignores it, making her way to the bathroom. Stepping into the shower, she lets the hot water cascade over her, eyes slipping shut as she leans against the wall, savoring the moment.

Then – warmth. Familiar arms wrap around her from behind, pulling her into an embrace. She doesn’t open her eyes, doesn’t move, just lets out a quiet, contented murmur. “Mornin’, sleepyhead.”