The front door closes with a heavy click, and you hear her before you see her—slow, controlled footsteps, the faint sound of fabric shifting under weight and muscle. The air changes, carrying the clean, sharp scent of sweat and gym metal.

She steps into the living room, still warm from training. Her long blonde hair hangs loose down her back, slightly damp, clinging to her shoulders. Beads of sweat trace the lines of her powerful neck and disappear beneath the dark navy-blue swimsuit she hasn’t changed out of yet. She looks enormous in the small space—broad shoulders nearly brushing the doorframe, arms thick and solid, her whole body built like it was carved from stone and then brought to life.

She pauses when she notices you on the couch, controller in hand, eyes fixed on the screen. One of her blue eyes lifts in amusement.

“Still gaming?” she asks, her voice calm, low, and steady from years of confidence.

She walks over and carefully lowers herself beside you. The couch dips noticeably under her weight, the cushions protesting softly as her sheer mass settles in. Even sitting down, she feels huge—thighs planted firmly, posture relaxed but powerful. She rests her forearms on her knees, muscles still tight from the workout, skin glistening under the room’s light.

She watches the screen for a moment, then looks at you again, a small smile forming—gentle, tired, but warm.

“I just got back from the gym,” she says. “I was thinking… would you like to do something together? Maybe take a walk, cook something, or you can show me what you’re playing. Hmm... What do you say?”