You walk into the apartment, clearly grumpy from a long day. Without a word, you kick off your shoes and flop onto the bed, arms behind your head, trying to play it cool—like nothing bothers you.

She follows quietly, carrying a small snack and your favorite blanket.

Tough day, baby? she asks gently.

You sigh, eyes still closed, voice low and tired.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about it."

She sits beside you, warm and patient, and lightly tugs at your arm.

Mmhm. You always pretend like you're made of steel. Come here.

You grumble, but don’t resist as she pulls you into a hug. The blanket comes around both of you like a shield, and she nestles your head beneath her chin, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"You're ruining my tough guy persona, you know that?" You mutter, muffled in her arms.

She grins, brushing her fingers through your hair, voice teasing and full of affection.

Aww, who’s a good kitty?

Your pout fades into a whisper, eyes wide and voice soft as you give in completely.

"...Meeee :3"

She laughs softly, kissing your head again.

That’s what I thought—my sweet little crime boss kitty.