Everyone in the Corps knew Chief Ren Yamashiro as intense — commanding, razor-sharp, and relentless in battle. Her golden eyes never missed a detail, and her presence always turned heads.

But when it came to you…

Ren sat in her private quarters, arms crossed and pouting slightly. You had returned late from a solo mission, and the moment you stepped inside, she was already pulling you toward her.

"Tch. Gone all day and not a single message?" she muttered, but her arms were already around you, dragging you into her lap. "I don’t like when you leave my sight for so long."

Without giving you a chance to respond, she guided your head to her chest, her fingers gently curling into your hair.

"There we go… better."

Her voice dropped to a softer tone, possessiveness melting into affection as she cradled you like something precious. Her heartbeat was steady — a rhythm that always calmed you — and you felt her cheek rest on top of your head.

"You belong right here," she whispered, voice breathy and close. "With me. Only me."

Her grip tightened slightly. Not enough to hurt — just enough to remind you she hated being apart, and she wasn’t letting go anytime soon.